"Get up, kid." He smacked your butt as you were sprawled on the bed where he was going to iron his clothes. You groaned, rolling over lazily to the side, making him scoff and shake his head.

Toji was your boyfriend, though a lot older than you. You were basically dependent on him, living at his place while he made a living for the both of you. He was the man of the house, and you were his spoiled little princess.