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[again, this is mostly flashbacks/filler. i feel bad if i don't update for a while, and i genuinely feel terrible when i don't write.]
[feel free to skip this chapter.]
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3ʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ (◍•ᴗ•◍)
While the Sound Hashira was taking care of little [Name], the Ice Hashira was faced with his terribly drunken wife.
She stood hunched over the kitchen counter with a bottle of sake in her hand as she tried to pour more of the addictive liquid into a cup.
The man took a deep breath before slowly moving towards his wife, "Hello, my dear." He gently smiled, "I'm back from training, how did your day go?"
[M/n] gripped her cup before throwing it at her husband, thankfully she avoided hitting his face. The cup shattered against the wall which caused [F/n] to stop his movements.
"You bastard!" The drunk woman yelled, "Why didn't you tell me you were exchanging letters with my other sister!" She raised her head, revealing bloodshot eyes and a disgruntled expression on her face.
[F/n] breathed out a sigh before shaking his head, "My love, what are you—"
"Don't play dumb with me!" She raised her voice and pulled out a bunch of scrunched up letters from her pocket. The man had to squint to read the writing on it, but he could clearly tell the difference between his handwriting and his sister-in-laws.
"You were busy writing to her while I was working, weren't you?!" She yelled, the grip she had on the sake bottle turning her knuckles white, "The two of you busy discussing how you're gonna run away together with [Name] and leave me with nothing!"
The Ice Hashira's eyes widened before he shook his head, that wasn't what they were writing about at all! Clearly she'd only read half of the letters.
"Dear, you didn't finish. Let me explain—"
The (h/c) haired woman was trembling with rage, both from the added alcohol and her feelings. So much so that tears started to prick her eyes.
"Why?!" Her nails dug into the kitchen counter, the letters getting more scrunched, "What does she have that I don't? First my older sister commits suicide and now this?!"
The woman fell to her knees, the tears flowing like a stream as she lowered her voice, "Why don't you love me anymore..."
[F/n] dropped to his knees and held his wife close to him, it pained his heart to see his one and only in such a state. Even after everything that she did to him, he still felt the need to forgive her.
