Despite his initial dislike to practically everyone around him except a handful people, he loved you death, and after.

It wasn't sweet, it was toxic. Suffocating, even.

Mahito was unable to get through a day without.

He wasn't loving or affectionate, he just needed your presence to be toxic.

It was another day of being together with the tough and toxic man, who couldn't care less about your feelings.

He rests his chin on his forearm, which was on the dining table, his gaze averted.