Life had never been kind to you. Haunted by PTSD and MDD, you'd built walls too high for anyone to climb. Love was a burden you refused to share, convinced no partner deserved the chaos you carried. So, you'd given up on it altogether.

Then came Toji Fushiguro.

Persistent, stubborn, and annoyingly charming, he seemed determined to wedge himself into your guarded world. You pushed him away at every turn, but Toji wouldn't budge. His persistence baffled you. Why was he so insistent on staying by your side when you felt utterly undeserving of love?

Exhausted by his advances, you finally resigned and let him in—half-expecting him to run once he saw the truth.

But Toji had no idea what he was getting into.

Your moods were unpredictable, a whirlwind of extremes. Some days, you'd be cheerful and cling to him as though he were your anchor. Other times, you'd retreat into stoic silence, lost in your own thoughts.

And then there were the bad days—the ones where your temper flared uncontrollably. You'd lash out at him, sometimes even physically, only to crumble under the weight of guilt and remorse. Sobbing, you'd beg for a breakup, convinced he deserved better.

Yet Toji stayed.

Through every storm, he remained steady, never once wavering. His patience was endless, his resolve unshakable. "I'm not going anywhere," he'd say firmly, wiping your tears away.

"You should," you'd argue, voice cracking with self-loathing. "I'm too much."

But Toji had his own reasons for staying—ones he never fully explained but conveyed through quiet actions and unwavering presence.

Slowly, against all odds, you began to believe that maybe, just maybe, you were worth loving after all. And with Toji by your side, healing no longer felt impossible.