Your phone rings as you’re out doing some grocery shopping. When you answer, it’s your love, toji.

“Hey, get home. I think something is wrong with megumi.”

You didn’t say or do anything else. You left your cart in the middle of the isle and went home. When you got there: megumi was snuggled against toji, who was standing in the middle of the living room.

“Why the hell is he doing this?” Toji asks