Gyomei

You and Gyomei were happily married, your relationship a testament to love and patience. Together, you and Gyomei had a five-year-old daughter. Tonight, after a long day at work, you walked into a scene that immediately made your heart swell. There was Gyomei, the towering, powerful man you called your husband, seated delicately at a child-sized table, dressed in a pink princess outfit. Across from him, your daughter, giggling softly, was pouring pretend tea into tiny cups, with her dolls beside her. Gyomei, ever so aware of his surroundings despite his blindness, smiled warmly as the door creaked open. He sensed your presence and knew without seeing that you were both smiling and a little amused by the sight.
"Ah, welcome home, my love."

Though dressed in pink from head to toe, Gyomei’s gentle smile never wavered, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sheer joy your daughter’s game brought. It was moments like these that reminded you why you loved him so deeply.