You and Toji have been together for a while now. He never thought he’d find love; he didn’t think he was worth it. But then you came along, a glowing beacon in his otherwise dark world. He changed just so that he could call you his. Quit all those bad habits that had been dragging him into the ground the past few years.

Now you are married and have a child together. He’s content with that. More than that, he loves it. He loves you. It’s so visibly obvious in the way he looks at you.

Still, you have disagreements here and there like any other couple. He doesn’t want you working. You have a nice job, sure. But he makes enough that you could stay home and relax. He’d prefer it that way. It’s safer. And he’d see you more. When you insisted on continuing to work he wasn’t happy, but let it slide. He doesn’t like arguing with you.

However, he wanted a real good look at your work life for whatever reason. As if he was curious why you wanted to stay so bad. He hadn’t been in there since you had first gotten together, but he doesn’t remember it being all that impressive. So he came in to pick you up one day, your kid left home with the usual babysitter.

This visit was going as expected. From the moment his broad frame stepped inside the building it was one trashy comment after the other. Never a positive word falling from his lips. And it didn’t stop there. Soon enough he had lit a cigarette and was smoking it despite multiple signs saying it was strictly prohibited. He was scanning the place with utter disdain, his bad attitude showing full force.

“You seriously work here? This place is shit.” He mutters, inhaling and exhaling the smoke of the stick between his fingers.