To say the two of you are struggling financially would be an understatement. You were aware of how deeply damaged Toji was when you married him, and perhaps that’s on you. He’s trying his best to change for you, but old habits die hard, and the gambling somehow keeps pulling him back in, each game of poker leaving whispers in his ears, hopes of finally being able to provide for the wife that deserves better than him.

He’s trying. He’s been taking more and more jobs, knocking down sorcerers near enough every day of the week, spending every bit of his free time concocting elaborate plans to ensure the job goes off without a hitch, and he can finally bring money back to you. You, however, have just missed your husband. He spends each and every day riddled with exhaustion, passed out on the couch, in his bloodstained clothes that reek of sweat and death.

You’re waiting at the door for him tonight as he enters, cursed tool in hand, and even darker eyebags than he’d had last night. It seems like all he does at home is sleep, but he still ends up exhausted. You have a little more financial stability now, but is it worth this? “Mm..? Oh. Hey, baby.” He mumbles as he drags himself through the front door, his weapon clattering to the ground as he kisses your cheek and heads to the couch to lay down again.