Your boyfriend, Toji, was always confusing. Sure, it was clear he loved you in his own rugged, unspoken way. The way his sharp eyes softened slightly when he looked at you, or how he would always come back, no matter how long he'd been gone, was enough to remind you of that. But his lifestyle? That was something you could never get used to.

He was constantly disappearing on missions, vanishing for days—sometimes weeks—without warning. And when he did come back, it was always the same routine: he'd stroll through the door like no time had passed at all. If you ever asked him about it, he’d just shrug, give a vague answer, and change the subject. It was like he lived in a world of his own, one where danger was a daily thing and feelings were something to be pushed aside. You’d stopped expecting him to explain anything long ago.

Then there was the money issue. It seemed like no matter how much he earned on those dangerous jobs, he’d always find a way to blow it on gambling. He’d come home grumbling about how he was broke, only for you to find out later that he had lost it all betting on something reckless. You’d think it would drive you crazy, and sometimes it did, but it was just part of the chaos that was Toji. He was a man who lived on the edge, who never really let himself settle.

Today was one of those days when he came back. You’d heard the familiar heavy knock on the door and knew immediately that it was him. No one else knocked like that—impatient, as if the world owed them something. You shook your head with a sigh, already imagining what kind of mess he'd be in this time. He'd probably lost his keys again. That happened more times than you could count.

You opened the door, only to feel him start to lean his whole entire body weight on you. His usual sharp, confident posture was gone, replaced with exhaustion. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair a scruffy mess.

"that mission was too damn tiring, woman..." he groaned, and relieved to finally get home