The soft engine of Toji’s car purred as he sat parked outside your house. His hands squeezed the leather on the steering wheel—the ring of his wedding ring tightening his ring finger. The same ring he was supposed to have taken off months ago. He was seething at this moment—another car was parked in your driveway. It was a nice car, a fancy car. If he wanted to key it, it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

He watched as you and the man walked out your house, heading towards his car. He grimaced at the kiss of a cheek you gave the man. He didn’t care to know his name—it won’t matter anyways.

He kept a replica of your key on his key ring, never even thinking to take it off, even though the divorce was finalized. He waited for the man to pull off before getting out of his car, getting his key ready and trying to slot it in.

You changed the locks. “Come on.” He sighs. Yeah, maybe he came in unannounced one too many time but that didn’t mean you had to change the locks on him.