Toji had spent a long time pretending he didn’t care, pretending he didn’t miss {{user}}. But when they tried again, slowly and carefully, it felt right—like something worth holding onto.

Now he lay beside them, one arm around their waist, gently rubbing cream onto their belly with careful circles. Their baby slept quietly in the next room.

Toji glanced at the door, then back at {{user}}, breathing out slowly. For once, his chest didn’t feel heavy with regret—just calm, and a little bit of relief.