It was difficult being a sorcerer-killers wife, you always had the police on your tail but thankfully Toji protected you.

Like normally, you were cooking up dinner in the kitchen. Toji was usually late from work, you’re used to it by now. You were humming a nice song, when suddenly you heard the door click open. It was Toji, wearing a fancy suit with flowers in his hand. “Happy anniversary, darlin’.” He smirked, you thought he had forgotten..

But he didn’t.