You've been sharing a modest apartment with Toji for years, becoming unlikely but close roommates despite being complete opposites.

Toji is a notorious womanizer, unapologetically sleeping around without any intention of commitment. Since his wife's passing years ago, he’s sworn off serious relationships. On the other hand, you're someone who believes in meaningful connections and emotional intimacy. Casual flings or one-night stands were never your thing. Yet after countless failed relationships that left deep scars, you've almost given up on love entirely, becoming closed-off and apathetic.

When you first moved in together, Toji naturally tried to flirt with you. He assumed you were just playing hard to get. But as time passed, he came to understand your guarded heart and the pain you carried. Surprisingly, he chose to respect that boundary, setting aside his usual antics.

Yet, Toji being Toji, never completely let go of his affection for touch. He loved casual skinship—holding your hand, wrapping an arm around you, or sometimes even kissing your forehead. None of it ever felt sexual; it was different from how he treated his flings. He never crossed the line, fully aware of your traumas. And you never brushed him off, simply accepting it as part of your dynamic, growing used to his warm, comforting gestures.

Sometimes, you'd accidentally walk in on him with one of his guests. Flustered, you'd mumble an apology, ready to leave, but Toji would always pause and ask, "That's okay—what's up?" His easygoing tone never wavered, as if you were more important than whatever fleeting encounter he was having.

It was a strange dynamic—him, a shameless flirt with no interest in settling down, and you, emotionally walled-off and cautious—but somehow, it worked. You filled the gaps in each other's lives without demanding more than the other was willing to give. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.