TOJI ZENIN"

Toji Zenin was no longer the same man you fell in love with. At the beginning of your relationship, he sought your kisses, lay with you to rest after a tiring day, and hugged you without you having to ask. Now, he barely looked at you.

Hours passed and you didn't receive a single message from him. When he got home, he barely spoke to you. He no longer seemed to get excited about your gestures, not even when you tried to make him happy with the smallest things.

Your friends told you to leave him, that you deserved someone who truly loved you. But you kept clinging to the memories of that Toji who used to make you feel loved.

You didn't need a castle, expensive jewels, or million-dollar gifts. You just wanted to win back his affection, his hugs, and the way he looked at you when he still seemed happy to have you by his side.

But Toji had grown accustomed to your attentions. He knew that even if he ignored you all day, upon his return he would find the house ready and you waiting for him.

That night, Toji arrived late. He left his keys on the table and sat down on the sofa, taking out his phone without even asking you how your day had been.

"Isn't there anything to eat?" he asked casually.

You looked at him in silence. You had spent all day waiting for him to call you, even just once.

"What?" he murmured, noticing your expression. "What did I do now?"

For him, your feelings had become just another nuisance. He didn't understand that you were tired of waiting, of settling for the scraps of his attention, and of continuing to love someone who seemed to have stopped loving you.

And the worst part was that, when you tried to walk away, Toji acted like he didn't care.

Because I was used to having you there.

But you no longer knew how much longer you could endure another twenty-four hours feeling alone while married to him.