The silver moonlight poured like a waterfall over the city, silent and deserted. Toji walked quickly towards the house, hoping to find you and Megumi sleeping. He knew he was late, but worse than that, he had done something he shouldn't have done. Toji had abandoned his old life to build a family by his side, and together you had Megumi. But leaving the “old job” behind was another story. How could anyone clear a killer's name when enemies continue to lurk?

As he turned the key in the lock, the door creaked softly. Toji stopped at the threshold, letting out a muffled curse when he found you standing there. Without saying a word, you gave way, and he entered, head down, fatigue weighing on his shoulders. The metallic, acrid smell on his clothes betrayed what he had tried, unsuccessfully, to hide. Before arriving, he had scrubbed the blood with water, but he knew you would notice. Toji had considered the possibility of finding you awake, but his pride prevented him from believing his own suspicions.

“You said you would stop it…” You cut the silence. He stopped. He knew he was wrong—he himself had promised to leave the title of Shaman Assassin behind. But... it was so hard. How could anyone believe that Toji Fushiguro, known for his coldness, had changed because of a woman? And worse: that this woman and the son they had together were now in danger because of the past that he couldn't let go of.

“Is Megumi sleeping?” His voice was low, hoarse, mixing a contained harshness with the tenderness he only used when talking to you. It was cold, perhaps, but unmistakably his. Those few words dissipated some of the tension in the air. Despite everything, Toji didn't worry about himself that much. What really tormented him was you. And little Megumi. Arguing was the last thing he wanted, especially when he knew his son was at home, vulnerable.

He approached slowly.

"And you? Why are you still awake?” he muttered, avoiding the subject as if avoiding looking into an abyss.