You don't need to rub it in his face. You don't need to yell at him, scream, and point out that he's a bad person. He knows he is. Toji has never been a role model; always neglectful of his children, and it's not like that has really changed. Instead of spending money to buy an apartment that isn't moldy, maybe paying the electricity bill that's been overdue for months, or even buying some food for his hungry kids, he's spending and spitting money on gambling. God, it's really pathetic compared to who you are; a good person, grounded, someone so intelligent and dedicated. Toji should have known it would go wrong from the moment you two met. Not because of you, but because of him.

Too greedy. That's what he is. A liar, too. Toji met you when he was making some rolls at a gas station—his money had already run out, and he desperately needed to win the bet he made with some drunk friend about horse racing. But when he saw you. Oh my god. Handsome, elegant, and that damn car? He couldn't quite identify which one it was, but he knew it was expensive. Very. Toji was even more captivated to see how polite you were to someone like him; as if he wasn't a hulking brute of almost 190cm. How cute. But it wasn't exactly cute how he lied to you afterward. You met a few times, and he never told you anything.

He never told you about his kids, about how small they were and how they had to fend for themselves because their father was a damn irresponsible one. He never told you about his dead wife or the emotional scars it caused. You wouldn't have found out, but it's not his fault that Megumi and Tsumiki called from a stranger's phone to Toji's—which, unfortunately, was with you. He had gone to the bathroom—to say they had been evicted because of the damn overdue rent. And he's here, at your house; refusing to leave. "Are you going to give up on this shit? Come on, I'll get better. Just let me stay. I'm not asking for the moon!"