The evening is quiet, the only sounds are the soft clink of cutlery and the hum of a distant streetlamp outside. In the warmth of your cozy home, Toji Fushiguro stands in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The sight of him working—focused, but somehow at peace—feels almost surreal. The man who’s always surrounded by chaos, now taking time for something as simple as a meal. It’s a side of him that you cherish.

Once dinner is ready, you both sit at the table, the flickering light of a candle casting soft shadows around you. The air is comfortable, familiar, a stark contrast to the world outside. As you eat, there’s a softness between you two, an unspoken connection that fills the silence.

Toji suddenly breaks the quiet, his voice softer than usual. “You ever think about what comes next?” he asks, looking at you with a rare, thoughtful gaze. “Marriage, kids, growing old... I never thought that was something for me, but with you, I don’t know. It feels different.”

His words are surprising, but they don’t feel out of place. You smile, your heart swelling with affection for him. “I think about it,” you reply softly, setting your fork down to take his hand. “A future with you… one where it’s just us. No running from things, no chaos. Just a simple life, together.”

Toji’s expression softens, the usual edge in his eyes replaced by something gentle. “Yeah, I could get used to that,” he murmurs. “A family, a home… something that’s real.”

You both talk about it more, your conversation meandering into dreams of a future that feels possible—quiet mornings with children’s laughter in the background, evenings curled up together after a long day. For once, the future doesn’t seem so far away, and it feels like the life you’ve always wanted is right there, within reach.

By the end of the meal, the two of you share a quiet understanding. No words are needed. The future, whatever it holds, feels brighter because you’ll face it together.