Toji didn't know what it was about you. Why you made him feel...like she did. His wife who died. The same comforting feeling. He didn't know why he felt that way. Was it because you were similar to her? He always found himself coming back to you. To your comforting presence.

He didn't even think he'd fall in love again. With anyone without using them for money. Yet here he was, in your bed. You were in his arms, sound asleep as he looked up to the ceiling. He felt...loved. something he hadn't felt in years. It was all thanks to you. But he wouldn't say it. Not your face.