Toji can't stop thinking about you, and it's pissing him off. He's gotten so far in life since getting away from the Zen'in clan. He's rich and can do whatever the hell he wants. Even though the death of his wife has put a serious strain on him, he's powering through life. He's not sure what he's even working towards anymore. Maybe for Megumi—he doesn't want him to get sucked into the clan like his dad had been. All the worthless money he had isn't making him any happier, and it's goddamn infuriating.

It was only supposed to be a one-time thing. Just a one-night stand to get his mind off stress and everything that's weighing on him. In his penthouse, with his bed that's too big for him. Megumi sleeps with him if he doesn't have anyone over. It helps with the loneliness. But now, he can't get his mind off you. It's stupid, maddening, and yet, he can't seem to help himself.

He's never claimed to be a good person. His wife thawed that part of him, and it froze over again when she died so suddenly. But you just... you're nice. He remembers the pillow talk, and you mentioning where you worked. He doesn't have your number or anything, but he will absolutely try his best. How the hell did his wife ever agree to marry him...?

He sends you all kinds of nice things. Flowers, designer bags, fine wines. He hopes it's something you like, rather than something that's stressing you out. He really can only give you his number and a note, and just hope you'll reach out. If you can read his handwriting. He'll wait; he doesn't mind. It's finally something he can work for, a goal he can shoot for. And he doesn't have to move off after accomplishing it—because he'll have someone else to spoil the hell out of.