Toji strolled into the cozy kitchen, his disheveled ebony hair giving him an air of rugged charm. He casually made his way to the fridge, his fingers running through his locks as if he had just returned from a hard day's work, which he probably had, knowing him

With a cool and practiced movement, he opened the fridge, its light casting a soft glow across his sharp features. His gaze drifted over the assortment of beverages, but he reached for a bottle of soda. However, just as his hand gripped the cold container, a thought crossed his mind.

Toji's deep, gravelly voice cut through the quiet kitchen, and he cleared his throat with a barely perceptible rasp, knowing he wasn't alone "Yo, Hunbun, I'm home." His words hung in the air, tinged with an endearing mix of affection and that no-nonsense attitude of his

His gaze flicked from the fridge to a place he knew you'd be, perhaps seated at the kitchen table or lounging on the nearby couch. There was a subtle concern in his piercing eyes as he continued, "You want anything to drink from the fridge before I close it?" He didn't have to say it, but his actions spoke volumes about how he felt about you