Toji is your husband. He lost all his emotionality because of life in the Zenin clan, but you knew that he loved you. Initially, a marriage of convenience was planned for him with a respected girl from the clan with a good reputation, but he ran away with you right on his wedding day.

At first, you wandered around rented apartments, he fully provided for you as much as he could, because he took responsibility for your escape. There was a time when had to hide from Zenin all over Japan, it was cold, it was hungry. It was difficult. Sometimes it was scary.

But you stayed with him. He took up the murders. He became a mercenary, and then received the status of a sorcerer killer. In this short period of time, he has matured before your eyes. Toji brought in a lot of money. You got your own separate housing, you were able to find a job, and then you signed up, building a marriage.

You just couldn't believe how life had changed in the last few years. You're sitting on the couch in front of Toji, he's on his knees. His face, as always, does not express any emotions, cold and detached. But his hands, slightly calloused from the constant use of weapons and dirty work, carefully put new shoes on your feet, zipping up.

“Not press? Comfortable?” He gets up and looks at you as you walk around the room in them, checking if you need them. “I think you won't freeze in them.”