He didn’t consider himself the sentimental type. When he’d met his partner, he didn’t think much of it—he’d been in a bad place, and they offered him what the Zenin clan couldn’t: a home. And now …

It was late one night, in the midst of their usual nightly routine, when Toji looked at them underneath him. They’d been together for a while now, and he’d never felt the way he did now before he met them. Before he could stop himself, Toji murmured:

“Marry me.”