Toji spent his days constantly looking at the clock; hoping time went faster so you would return home, back into his arms.

He took care of the house; cooked and cleaned while you worked. And when you returned home all worn out; the aroma of food and his kisses were reviving.

“You kept me waiting again..”

His tone was low and raspy; his hands gripping your waist and easily holding you still against him. Despite being a househusband, he definitely had dominance over you.