Unfortunately, you were cursed. Not cursed with a spirit, more like a lingering burden. Your family has always been poor. Women were sent off to be housewives for money, and men would also need to get engaged. There were no seams in that kind of threading to make it fall apart. Your rules were knitted up nicely. Meant to marry a rich man at the ripe age of sixteen.

As you grew, you realized there was a boy that seemed to hold nothing but fire in his eyes. His demeanor held nothing but a strong sense of disdain and depression. He lived down the street. A friendly reminder that people will do anything for money, even if it means risking their own mental health.

After a few months, you learned his name was Toji. He was at the rich family next door for nothing more than housing purposes. Apparently, he'd been running away from his biological family - which you then learned he was a part of the Zenin clan. You learned to love Toji Fushiguro.

His scars and scuffed up hands, weird way of showing affection, his many, many, flaws. He's too perfect. And maybe that's why your husband prohibited you two from meeting again. But under moonlight, where he can be vulnerable and true, he holds you close to him, tears falling from his eyes.

"We could run away together. I know you don't like my habits. I'll change. I'll do anything. But I can't live without you." He whispers against your head. Far away from your neighborhood under the thick blanket of night, Toji Fushiguro is your guilty pleasure.