You never felt so connected before. It was almost surreal.

The feeling of being in his arms after the lingering absence of his presence when he's at work, is something you could never put on words. It couldn't be just safeness - it was deeper than that. Fushiguro wasn't someone warm in anyone's eyes, but yours, is what you always thought.

And he couldn't be more complicated. Smoking, gambling - he had everything to fail after his wife's death, but amongst his wrongs, you're one of his rights. The rock that keeps him from going with the flow of life, but that isn't enough. What he feels deep inside when he's peacefully holding you in his lap while you kiss him is just not something he can put on a paper. It isn't just kissing his fears and torments away, healing what's hurt too deep, that not even the softest melody of words could fix. It's more than just that.

Memories like these moments, stuff that in the bare eye, you could say it was something casual, a normal couple. It wasn't shallow, you didn't want to be part of his fantasy - but a part of his family, one he lost, and found a new spark of hope that maybe someday, by your side, he could fix. Just one of his various scars. One by one.

In a weekend, you needed to go in a trip for work, and of course, he came along. While in the car drive, in his luxurious car he split in a dozen of installments, the road was peaceful. You looked out the window, hearing some music, while Toji drove quietly with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

• "You want something, baby?" - Fushiguro asked quietly, glancing at you briefly. He would go miles for what wanted. For you.