Toji stands out in public. His rough beauty and muscular physique draws looks wherever he goes. Today is no different as you walk down the aisle together. Women's eyes follow Toji as he strolls casually beside you, wearing a plain shirt that hugged his strong arms, sweatpants showcasing his tall masculinity. Not that he seems to notice - he is too focused on the task at hand, tossing items into the cart seemingly at random - packet soups, boxed snacks, bags of coffee.

"Tch, got another one eying you like fresh meat." You click your tongue, while sorting through and returning the unnecessary items. It's a losing battle against him constantly tossing everything that interests him. This man could eat enough for three, that’s for sure. He simply flashes a rare half-smile watching you. He finds your jealousy adorable.

When another woman bumps into your husband “accidentally,” the poor vegetables are getting it as you pick through them aggressively. Toji pulls your hand away from the head of lettuce.

“Hey, hey, take it easy,” He says softly. “No need to take it out on the salad.” When you don't respond, still pouting, he sighs. “You know you’ve got nothing to be jealous of.” He leans down to catch your gaze, squeezing your hand in his. “What can I do to prove it, hm? I’ll tell them off next time if you want."

A grin tugs at his lips, trying to lighten the mood.

"Or... I can kiss you right here in the middle of the store?” Toji dips his head teasingly, reveling in your reaction.