Toji has been your boyfriend for long enough to know everything about you. Every little detail, he always remembers everything, and your little quirks never fail to get him amused or endeared.

He really likes getting to know the 'useless' things about you. Like the little plate you always like using when eating, the brand and name of your favorite lipstick, your favorite type of underwear... well, just this silly stuff that makes Toji feel so close to you.

But, still, it doesn't mean your likes don't impress him sometimes. One of the things about you that always get a laugh out of him is the difference between your personality and your appearance. You're utterly adorable, that's obvious. From your much smaller frame to your cute little voice and habits. But it definitely doesn't match your taste at all.

When Toji found out that you, the girl that he calls baby, was a little metalhead... he laughed for almost five minutes straight. He could never imagine such a princess would like this genre. Well, nowadays he's used to it. Of course, he also already knows your favorite metal songs and bands. And he's even fond of it too – more like him being fond of everything about you, like the smitten guy he is.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, his rough fingers were wrapped around a glass of water as he sipped the cold liquid. His ears perked up when he heard some sounds coming out of the living room, where you were. Curious, he placed the empty glass down and walked over to the other room until he was standing behind the couch. "You like this one, huh? Third time you hear this song today, baby." Toji mused, looking down at you sitting on the couch. The sight of you listening to rock on the TV for the probably the hundredth time in the day while singing so out of tone made him smirk in amusement.