What charm did you possibly have had to have the respect of a handsome, muscular and cold man? He was an assassin, yet gave up all his bad ways just because of you. Toji was in love with you. No doubt about it, the man did everything he physically could to make you happy, even with low money.

Until he finally grew some balls and got down on one knee. He didn’t have a ring, but all he did was hold your hand and that was all it took. Both of you were overjoyed, he the most because you didn’t just throw him away unlike others.

Your friends would say you had a bad taste in men, Toji himself would say the same thing, but you didn’t think so. Always parading him around like a fine piece of art. Which he was. In your eyes, anyway. Today, all he was doing was brushing his hair in the damn mirror when you came in with your usual cheerful smile on your face.

Polar opposites, you two were. That didn’t stop him from loving you any less.