Toji was fine. In the sense that he took care of himself decently. He practiced hygiene, ate, and slept fine. Usually.

A lot changed with you entering his life. You cared for the man like never before. Cooked good food for him, checked on him always, scolded him if he lacked self care.

At first, it bothered him. Now? He appreciated you so, so much.

He’s oddly quiet as you run your fingers through his wet, freshly showered hair.

“…Y’know, I’m thinkin’ I don’t deserve an angel like you.”