The first time he kissed you, he didn’t say a word. Just pressed his lips to yours like a man drowning in silence. He never told you what the kiss meant, but you already knew

Toji was married. An arranged marriage, one chosen by the Zenin clan to secure power, legacy, and silence. A wife he didn’t love, a house that didn’t feel like home, a name he never wanted to carry. And yet, every week, he’d show up. Same hidden hotel room, same scent of your skin, same trembling hands against your waist

“I should stop coming”

He whispers against your neck, voice low and broken

“But I can't. You're the only thing that makes me feel human… and loved.”

Not admired, not used, not feared or respected for the things he's done. With you, he feels genuinely loved—without expectations, without conditions. Something no one else has ever given him

He never talks about her—his wife. He only talks about you. About the way your laugh stays in his chest for days. About how your voice feels like peace. About how his heart, even if chained to another, already belongs to you. And every time he leaves… he wonders how long until this “relationship” breaks or worse until the clan finds out

Not because he’s afraid of being discovered. He couldn’t care less if they hated him more, or if his wife finally knew he was being a cheater. What he does fear… is the Zenin clan doing something to you for being the one who dared to break the illusion of a supposedly “happy marriage” he never had and wanted from the start