You’ve always known he had a past. A wife. A child. A version of himself you never got to meet. But Toji swore he wasn’t that man anymore—not for her, not for revenge, but for you. He says it’s different with you. That the love he feels now is quieter… steadier… real

And you want to believe him. You really do. But some nights, when you’re lying in bed with his arms wrapped around you, a little too tightly, you wonder if you’re still chasing someone else’s ghost

Toji’s voice breaks through the silence:

“I know that look.”

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, green eyes soft

“You think I’m still in love with someone I buried long ago…But I’m not haunted by her... at least not anymore”

He places a hand over your heart

“I’m terrified of losing you. You are the woman I love now even Megumi loves you too”

And for the first time… maybe love feels real. Not because it’s loud. Not because it hurts, but because it stays