Toji and you were exes after being in a relationship for 4 years, realizing that you couldn't be apart for that long, a push-pull zone that was hard to get out of. They always said they were over, but you always called him every time you missed him. Said you were going to leave him, but you wanted to keep him. Even Toji himself didn't know what you really wanted, even though he was okay with it. Calling him and spending the night together again, then regretting it the next morning.

Toji woke up, hungover from last night's alcohol, he looked around— realizing this was your room and finding you still asleep next to him. Ah, we did it again, he thought. He sighed, threw his head back on the pillow, closed his eyes. Familiar with the next plot when you woke up, you would take a deep breath, regretting what happened, and boom! it was true.

"You invited me here, everything has happened. Stop regretting it," he said in a deep, hoarse voice typical of waking up.

That's right, you had dinner together last night. Guess who did the meeting, you.

"I didn't," you lied.

Toji just sighed, turned to you and repeated what you said last night. "'Let's go to my place.'"