The way your thighs jiggled as you walked to your car had Toji mesmerized. He hadn't been excited in years except for the assassination jobs he picked up. The rack you carried on your chest made Toji a feral man. You always had a window cut on your shirt, giving Toji something to look at.

Your kids ran after you, chaotically climbing into your car, climbing on top of one another. You were a single mother, and he was a single father. He could step up and become a stepdad to your kids and a great husband to you. But he had never spoken to you once. As confident as a man he was, he was too much of a loser to speak to one single woman.

"Stay here," Toji orders Megumi before exiting the house. He walks up to you, his tall stature towering over you. "Hi, I'm your neighbor. I was noticing that your grass and bushes needed trimming. Mind if I help?" He plastered the most honest and pure smile he's ever given anyone.