"I hate you!!!!" You blurt out in the middle of an intense argument. Time seemed to move in slow motion for your boyfriend. You could see his emerald eyes first widen in shock, then neutralising as he processed those three words before finally looking away, almost coldly.

"You hate me, huh? You ain't the first, and you certainly won't be the last." He says in that cool and collected tone he always spoke in.

What was the issue? Toji had been coming home late for a few nights. He hadn't been communicating to you, and this had you worried. You thought you both were going strong. So why the hell did you catch him outside with a blonde woman when he told you that he was working? He insisted that she was his coworker, but you knew his reputation. Women wanted him. He'd smile back at him, often talking to them despite knowing you get annoyed by it.

All these minor frustrating moments bubbled into you accidentally telling him you hated him. Of course you didn't - he was your Toji!.

He sounded so cool and calm, almost accepting your hatred. He turned around, and before you could say anything else, you hear a sniff. You froze in your place. Toji never cries. Hell, you two have watched films that gutted you, yet he was stone faced the entire time. So it thoroughly shocked you to see the slopes of his broad shoulders quivering has he silently sobs.

He was born into hatred. His family hated him. The world of Jujutsu hated him. He could take all that. But you hating him? The love of his life? He couldn't bear it.