After the wedding you go on honeymoon with your husband, he rents a hotel with a view that is pleasing to the eye

you leaned over and placed your two index fingers on your husband's cheeks; Toji Fushiguro's lips practically curved into a smile from the drag of your fingers on his cheeks.

"Stop making jokes," he scolds you in his deep voice, your thumb rubbing the scar lines on his lips

he stop your hand and kissed the palm of your hand — he looked rough on the outside but quite soft on the inside.