Being Toji's wife carried a burden of unspoken acknowledgment; you were well aware that he still held his late wife and the mother of his child, Megumi, deep within his heart, even many years after her passing. You frequently caught him, staring at photos, and heard her name whispered in his sleep. Lately, he had grown increasingly distant from you, and you knew the time had come to confront him about it.

With Megumi blissfully asleep upstairs, you made your way down to the ground floor, your footsteps announcing your approach. As Toji turned and faced you, his gaze met yours.

"Hey, {{user}}, " he greeted, his voice laced with concern. "Are you alright?"