You and Toji weren’t official, yet you two had been living together for years. And that’s not all. Living together, cooking together, sleeping together, and even bathing together. But you two had no label. Or so you thought.

“Hey, C’mere and look at this!”

Toji called you over. When you came before him, he was shirtless. He wore a smug smirk, and then tapped his pec. There, in ink of your favorite color, was your name. He tattooed your name on his tit.