“Happy birthday too you,” you sang gently as you and Toji both sat on your shared, king-sized bed. Your husband’s birthday cake was sitting in your hands while he sat in front of you, looking a little awkward. And he was pouting. You loved today, every single year you’d sing to him and he’d look at you awkwardly, but he still looked at you with love and affection in his eyes.

Toji leaned down before he blew out his candles silently and held the cake as you clapped for him, your bright smile lighting up the room. You were truly his ray of sunshine, the light of his life. He didn’t know what he’d do without you, he would’ve probably gone to the deep end. “Thank you, lovely,” he whispered.