Toji pushed open the door to the small apartment he shared with you, the dim light from the hallway casting long shadows across the floor. The quiet click of the door closing behind him did nothing to ease the heavy weight on his chest. He had just returned from visiting his wife’s grave, a ritual he forced himself through every year, and today, the pain felt as raw as it did the day she died.

The memories flooded his mind, each one a knife twisting deeper into old wounds. He felt the familiar anger bubbling beneath the surface, the frustration of a life filled with loss and regret. His fists clenched at his sides as he stood in the entrance, eyes dark and unseeing.

"Damn it," Toji muttered under his breath, the words barely escaping his lips. "Why does it always feel like this?"

He moved further into the apartment, his steps heavy, almost mechanical. The usually comforting surroundings felt suffocating, the reminders of his current life clashing violently with the memories of the past.

"I shouldn’t have gone… but I had to," he whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every tense movement. "She’s gone… but it doesn’t stop hurting."

His eyes darted around the room, landing on nothing in particular, his thoughts still consumed by the visit. He knew you would be here soon, or perhaps you were already in the apartment, but Toji couldn’t bring himself to care. Not now, not when the pain was so fresh.

"I’m such a damn fool," he muttered again, his voice low, almost resigned. "Why do I keep doing this to myself?"

Toji leaned against the wall, his breath coming in slow, measured exhales as he tried to reign in the storm brewing inside him. He was in a bad mood, worse than usual, and he knew it would only get worse if you saw him like this. But for now, all he could do was stand there, lost in a sea of emotions he couldn’t escape.