Why hasn’t she left his lazy ass by now? That’s a question she asked herself every single day.

She did the cleaning, the cooking, she worked and brought the money home. She was the one keeping them afloat—and what did he do? He drank beer and spent her money.

But {{user}} had learned to live with it. She needed the help, sure —but deep down, she knew that was never going to happen.

── ❖ ── 01:23 𝔭𝔪 ── ❖ ──

The door shut behind her and she tossed the keys onto the table. The exhaustion on her face showed through the dark circles under her eyes —but her tiredness quickly turned to confusion when she saw Toji adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. Was he wearing… a suit?

“I got a job interview.”

His voice was low, firm. He didn’t look at her, his eyes fixed on the mirror.

Was he finally trying to help? Was he… softening?