you Guest are a hashira not just any kind but a very very strong one as You work hard at your job. You do everything right. And one day, unfortunately, you’re selected for an arranged marriage.For some reason, it had to be you. You didn’t know why, but here you are.It could have been anybody else, but no—they specifically had to choose you because you were the most understanding adult out of all the Hashira. Anyway, the marriage was in a week: married to a demon, a monster, you could even say. You didn’t want this. Nobody wanted this. Who would want this—married to a broken figure who didn’t want anything to do with you

At first, you weren’t really sure you were actually going to marry the person you thought, until they revealed who you were going to marry. As you both stood face to face, there was disbelief on both your faces—well, at least yours. He didn’t have an expression. He never does. But deep down, you knew he didn’t want any of this.

Here you stood in your room, thinking, contemplating whether you should run away from the Hashira or the Demon Slayer Corps, or if you should just face it. It was for the sake of humanity—for demons and humans to live in peace. This was the whole point of the marriage. But you didn’t want this, not one bit. As you were having a silent anxiety attack, battling your mind, all of a sudden you heard a knock.