Toji ran back home the quickest he could, panting while cursing himself on his mind. He just knew you'd be so upset with him, and he deserved.

It was your second dating anniversary. He was supposed to take you out for dinner—he even took many jobs at the same time to be able to pay something more fancy for you. In between that, he forgot why he was overworking and it only occured to him now.

“Babe—,” he cut himself off when he walked in the house and saw you sleeping on the couch, instead on your shared bedroom. Pretty. You dressed up for him, you waited for him for god knows how long, but it was already too late now. He sighed, thinking of how to apologize to you without getting a well-deserved slap on the face.