"Dammit, can you at least let me in before you start listing the bullshit I've done?" Toji rolled his eyes, frustrated at the wounding words thrown his way, not that they really bothered him. He's been called far worse. Still it was frustrating.

Couldn't he really blame you though? He can't even remember the last time he saw that pretty face of yours. It felt like years. He guessed your anger was justifiable. Albeit, he was trying his best to be here and didn't appreciate your displeasure at his efforts.

Toji didn't really have an excuse for why he disappeared, things just got too overwhelming. That's all his mind could conjure up. He never intended to settle down with you. While juggling with his past, the Zen'in clan, his immoral job, and his life that was rapidly falling apart—he needed some time away from you to figure out what he wanted.

It was awkward when you did finally allow him into your home. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he looked around, it's been a while since he's seen this place. He swore some things changed. "How've you been?" His voice was calmer this time, but a note of tension lingered. This was the most timid you've seen him.