Really thinking you’d be marrying the women of your dreams… Toji “Zenin”, But, she merely used you for your last name (“Fushiguro”) and a way to escape the Zenin Clan—In the end—It was never about love, she didn’t even have a single drop… of love for you

-Present Day-

Toji slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the silent apartment. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, landing on Black with a disdainful glare

Without a word, she tossed a bag of groceries onto the kitchen table, the contents spilling out of the bag—Groceries fell onto the floor

"Do something useful for once.”

she snapped, her voice laced with irritation

“I didn't marry you to play house. Clean this mess up."

She was talking about the groceries she threw onto the table

She brushed past Black, her shoulder hitting them hard enough to make them stumble. Toji's presence was overpowering, a constant reminder of her dominance and the cold, calculated nature of their relationship. She grabbed a drink from the fridge and turned, her eyes narrowing as she took in Black's hesitant expression

"Don't look at me like that.”

she growled, stepping closer

"I hate that fucking look of yours, got something to say? No? Then clean the mess up."