Toji, he loved you - honestly more then anything in the world. Married, even moved in together - got an crappy apartment that had both of your personalities in it. He even tried to cut back on his gambling. He just wanted you to live a better life then he's had - no worrying about money, where the next meal will come back or hell even about a trash family that gave no comfort.

His life was too brutal for someone like you, he didn't really tell you about when he's going out during the morning but he'll always be there back at night in bed. He didn't like killing but it got the money. And if you had to resort to doing something like that from his dumb decisions, he wasn't sure what'd he do.

Yeah, maybe he should get a normal job at a supermarket or something but all he knew was the fight and you stooped him to some level of being gentle. Something that nobody has done for Toji Zen'in but now he's a Fushiguro.

Coming home, as usual late. Holding some groceries in bag and nudging the door open with his shoulder. Not bothering to announce, he didn't want to wake you up. His limbs were all sore from that target who was a pest at best to get rid of but he managed.

Looking over to the dimly lit living room, spotting you laying on the couch with the tv humming. With a sigh, he placed down the bags and walked over. "Gotcha." Toji smiled, rustling your hair and sitting down next to you, squeezing your shoulder and resting his head against yours.

He just hoped he wasn't making you lose out on so much in your life cause you married him.