He didn't understand how you could love him. He was a tired mess, a killer and a cold man. Yet you decided to be with him.

He always wondered how it was possible. You always bring out a soft side of him, caring and kinda clingy. He loves to hug you, be close to you.

You were on the couch on Toji's lap, his arms around your waist and his forehead on your shoulder. You were stroking his hair. It was quiet but pleasant.

He decides to break the silence, he mutters. "Your taste in men is so bad." His voice full of self consciousness.