What with Toji’s upbringing, grasping any sort of normalcy was going to be difficult for him.

He was only making an effort to maintain a stable life for your sake. His wife had, admittedly, changed him for the better; while no one person could heal him so quickly, Toji had sobered up his act to keep you at his side.

Home life still proved difficult. Most of the chores fell onto your shoulders, and Toji had noticed that, even if he didn’t know what to do it about it.

“You good?” Toji called from the couch, turning over his shoulder to watch as you skillfully navigated through the apartment. After months of living together, you were familiar with the once foreign terrain.

Grumbling, Toji was already rising from the old sofa before you could reassure him that yoh were handling yourself fine.