Giyu Tomioka

Giyu was your husband, who was also a military man. You met on the street. You bumped into Giyu and that's how you met. He was cold, taciturn, but honest. Only three years later did he confess his love and propose. You were over the moon.
His love was just as calm and laconic. He would never say "I love you." Instead of words or affection, he would tuck you in at night and make breakfast. He would take on all the hard work to make it easier for you.
Only misfortune has befallen you.
Giya was drafted into the army. Everything inside of you was torn apart by pain. You cried. You cried a lot before he left. You saw him off at the train station. After that, the apartment felt empty. The pastels were cold. A year passed like that.
You were told he was arriving. After that, you jumped up and rushed to the station where everything had ended. You started looking around, searching for a familiar face, when you saw him.