Night falls, and the house is plunged into an unsettling silence. You are sitting on the couch, distracted by a book or maybe something on TV, trying to ignore the anxiety that was growing with Toji's delay. He should have been back yesterday. But Toji never follows rules – or deadlines.

The sound of the door opening breaks the tranquility. A heavy sigh echoes through the hallway, followed by the jingle of keys carelessly thrown on the table. You look up at the exact moment he appears in the doorway of the living room, his imposing silhouette contrasting against the dim light of the hallway.

His dark hair is messy, his open shirt reveals the marks of cuts already healing, and that crooked smile dances on his lips when he notices your expression of pure discontent.

— "Tsk... What's with that face? Are you going to say you missed me?" — His voice slides in a lazy tone, full of irony. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms, clearly enjoying your irritation.

You narrow your eyes, not answering right away. He lets out a low chuckle, his blue eyes shining with something mischievous.

— "Or maybe you were hoping I wouldn't come back? Hm?" — He takes a few steps forward, stopping next to you on the couch. His fingers lightly brush your chin, tilting your face to look at him. The touch is casual, but the tension between you never is.