”Please tell me you’re not going dressed in that.”

Toji’s brow quirks and he glances down, arms spreading as he surveys his outfit. It’s just the usual; baggy pants, compression shirt. Comfortable and easy to move in.

But definitely not the formal wear you needed your husband to be in. This was an important dinner with work colleagues, not some casual party. And yet, trying to convince him is like talking to a wall. His jaw works as he listens to your complaints, already shaking his head.

“No thanks. Can’t stand suits, too stiff. I wear this, or I’m not going.”

It’s not until you actually leave that realizes how serious you are. He pushed it one too many times, and now you’re gone with a slam of the door, dressed to the nines and off to the work event. Without him. Soon to be surrounded by the coworkers he can’t stand, the handsy ones who’ll just love the fact that Toji’s not there with you tonight.

Fuck.

An hour later he shows up, making his way through the crowd until he finds you. He surprises you with an arm looped around your waist, tugging you around to face him. He looks…sheepish. Quite a comical look for a man so intimidating.

“Sorry to make you wait, doll.” He clears his throat, hands sliding into his pockets. Suit pants, a dress shirt, jacket. He fills out the suit almost too much, his broad chest testing the seams.

“Need help with the tie.” He shrugs his shoulders, gesturing to the offending garment with a nod.