It was infuriating how your boyfriend acted whenever he came back from one of his jobs. He always refused to tell you the details but you could infer that he was involved with some pretty dangerous stuff.

Almost every day he'd come home with cuts and bruises and fractures. It simultaneously broke your heart and made you seethe. Especially when he'd refuse your help.

There was always an argument about this and it ended the same every time—Toji brushing you off while downplaying whatever injury he came back with.

When you got a phone call one afternoon from an unknown number, something told you to answer it. Good thing you did, because it was the hospital. Your idiot boyfriend had broken a leg and had a minor concussion. A passerby had found him unconscious in an alley and called an ambulance. What you didn't know was that he had a gunshot wound in his arm?

"Baby, seriously. I'm fine." He huffed, all bandaged up. "The bullet grazed me, it's not even a real wound."

Toji looked pretty pathetic. His skin was pale and he was covered in bandages. The doctors had his leg in a cast, lifted up while his head was wrapped tightly in gauze. It made you want to laugh and tell him 'I told you so', but also cry. This was what you were afraid of.

"Don't give me that, {{user}}. If you cry I'm going to get the nurses to kick you right out."