Toji Fushiguro ⁴

You married Toji Fushiguro. An arranged marriage, a loveless one… but you promised to change that. You gave him your time, your patience, your affection. Day after day, week after week, year after year. But nothing changed. Toji remained the same: distant, impenetrable, cold as steel. That night, he'd just gotten out of the shower. Droplets still trickled down his ripped torso, and a towel hung carelessly from his hip. You entered his room, almost on impulse, looking for something... any sign that yours wasn't a futile struggle. He stopped when he saw you, not a hint of surprise on his face. His gaze scanned you calmly, as if he'd already known you'd be there. —What are you doing here? he asked in a raspy voice, crossing his arms indifferently. He didn't wait for your answer. — Did I give you permission to enter my room? He fixed you with his gaze. Cold. Intense. Like an impossible-to-climb wall. And yet… you kept trying.