"Fuck," Toji grunted before letting out a deep sigh, sweat dripping off his skin as he placed the weights down on the floor. He looked around the room, glancing outside the window.

"That was three more than the last time," Gojo spoke with a smirk, leaning up against the wall. He took a sip from his water bottle before speaking again, "who're you tryna impress?" He teased.

"No one. Just tryna get back into the gym." Toji grabbed his water off of the floor along with his towel, wiping the sweat from his face. Gojo causally walked over towards Toji, standing over him with his arms folded. "May I help you?" Toji glared at the white haired man. As good of a friend gojo was to Toji, he was also very annoying at times, which eventually he had to get used to.

"You never told me how your talk with y/n went? How is she anyway? Single? Not single? Just wanna know when I can make my move." Gojo quirked a brow, clearly trying to get a reaction from his friend.

"Very funny. She's doing just fine." Toji stood from his seat, pushing past Gojo and walking out of his gym room towards the kitchen to grab a small snack. Gojo trailed right behind him, laughing.

"And?" Gojo snatched the box of granola bars from Toji's hand, slamming them on the counter as he waited for more of a response. "Come on man, I want the details!"

Toji rolled his eyes with the shake of his head, snatching back the box. "We talked about us as parents and our kids. That's it. What more do you wanna hear?" The crinkling sound of a wrapper filled the silent kitchen.

"That's it?" Gojo's brows furrowed, genuinely confused. Toji nodded in response, chewing on his food. "You two didnt have sex?" Gojo questioned, eyebrows now raised in surprise. "Not even a kiss?"

"Nothin. Just a hug and a see you later," Toji explained.

"Holy shit! You two are actually over. Wow, I never thought I'd see this day come," Gojo scoffed, grabbing a granola bar from the box. "Have you met or seen her new man?"

Toji shrugged. "No, not really. I've seen him, but I haven't properly talked to him. Don't think I want to. I want her to be happy, she deserves it. I just can't stand seeing her happy with someone else. Is that wrong of me? I still get jealous, possessive. But it's no longer my place to say anything."

"Who are you and what did you do with Toji?" Gojo had a scowl on his face. Toji let out an airy laugh, shaking his head at him. "It's weird seeing you all...mature." Gojo shivered before taking another bite of his granola bar.

"I know. I'm still getting used to it myself." Not a second goes by where you're not on Toji's mind. He thinks about what you're doing, how you're doing. He wants to text you, see you, hear your voice, touch you again. He hates that it has to be this way now, but it's for you, for your family.

Though he has these thoughts in the back of his head, imagining you forgetting about him, acting like he doesn't exist anymore, you getting remarried to someone that isn't him. He's scared of fully losing you, losing his family. You and the kids are the only thing keeping him together, giving him hope that things we maybe work out in the future. But every now and then, he sees those flowers on your table, the kiss your shared with him, the smile on your face when you hugged him. It haunts Toji.

"I forgot to ask, how'd your talk with Toji go?" Kento questioned, his arms snaking around your waist as you wiped your makeup off in the bathroom mirror. He peppered kisses down your neck as he waited for your response.

A smile crept on your face before speaking, "it went well actually. No argument. He was actually very understanding." You softly smiled, continuing to wipe the makeup off. Of course you wouldn't mention how Toji practically told you he was still in love with you, held you in his arms while you cried into his chest. It still felt like you smell his cologne in your nose each time you took a deep breath.

"Well, that's good, right? Now you won't have to deal with him anymore," Kento chuckled, pulling away from you. Your brows furrowed at his comment, something in the way he said it didn't sit right with you, but you decided to ignore it. "He seems like a pretty shitty person, but who am I to judge. I'm just glad you're doing better, sweetheart."

You turned around to face the blonde haired man with a puzzled look on your face. "Yeah, who are you to judge?" You asked, tossing your makeup wipe down on the bathroom counter. "Me and Toji may have not had the best relationship towards the end and we may not agree on some things, but I do not need you coming up in here and bashing my children's father to my face."

"Woah, woah, calm down, I didn't mean it like that, okay? I'm sorry, it just came out wrong." Kento grabbed onto your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "I just seen how much he's put you through and I don't like it." You pulled your hands from his, leaning Nanami with a slightly shocked expression.

"That is not how you meant it. Calling him a shitty person? Really? He's a good dad, takes care of his kids, he cares about the people in his life, Kento." You started to get defensive. Toji had his bad moments, every one does, and your relationship showed that side of him, but you also saw the best of him too. You knew deep down Toji was actually someone trustworthy, a good person at heart.

"Yeah, like the way he cared about you towards the end of your marriage?" Kento questioned.

You stared at him, unable to form words, trying to process the ones that just came out of his mouth. "What did you just say?"

Kento stepped closer towards you, realizing what had just slipped from his mouth, an apologetic look on his face when he saw the saddened look in your eyes. "I'm sorry, I—"

"You have no fucking right to talk about my marriage with him. Just because I told you what happened doesn't mean you know the whole story, you understand? He was my husband, he's the father of my kids! How fucking dare you? Get the hell out of my house." Anger lined your tone. You never thought that someone like Nanami would ever judge someone's character, let alone, speak about them in such an ill manner. He seemed understanding, open to the whole situation, even offered you advice—which you took.

"Y/n, I didn't mean to upset you. Forgive me. You're right, it isn't my place to speak about your marriage. I just thought—"

"Let me make this clear again...get out of my house, please." You sharply inhaled, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to control your anger. And to think you were going to have a nice night while the kids were at Shoko's and you had the house to yourself. You stood there looking at the tiles of the bathroom floor, Nanami stepping out of the room to grab his things. A shaky breath rattled through your body as tears began forming in your eyes, but just as quickly as they came you wiped them away even faster.

The front door shut, leaving you in complete silence.

Toji rubbed the towel over his wet hair, sweats hanging low on his waist as he walked into the living room to settle down for the day. He grabbed the remote, turning on the tv to find an interesting moving to watch before bed, choosing between horror or thriller. "This is same shit as the other one," he spoke to himself, sucking his teeth.

Toji's phone began vibrating as he clicked through the movie selections, not bothering to look as he picked it up. "What do you want, Gojo?" Toji asked with an unenthusiastic tone.

"Toji," you sniffled. He immediately sat up, eyes going wide at the sound of your voice.

"Y/n? What's wrong? Are you okay? The kids okay?" He asked with panic, standing to his feet.

"The kids...the kids are fine, they're with Shoko." You could barely talk, trying to control your emotions.

"What's wrong, mama?" Toji questioned, walking over to the front door to slip on his shoes. "What happened? Talk to me." He opened his front door, walking to his car, unlocking it.

"Can you just come over? Please?" You asked.

"I'm already on my way, okay? Stay on the phone," he demanded. The sound of your cries made Toji fill with worry. You wouldn't tell him what was wrong or what was going on, but he's never driven anywhere else faster before. "I'll be there soon."

"Okay." You nodded as if he could see you.

Toji didn't even turn his lights or tv off. Hell, he can't even remember if he locked his front door. But at this point he didn't give a damn. All he knew was that you needed him right now. He wasn't going to leave you like he did all those times before. "I'm around the corner, be at the door." Toji hung up the phone as he turned down your street, slowly breaking as he pulled up to your house. He noticed how there was only your car in the driveway.

He saw your front door open, the light from the house illuminating your figure as you stood on the steps. Toji quickly got out of the car, rushing towards you. He could hear you crying the closer he got. You reached towards him with open arms, Toji took you in his, nearly out of breath. "Mama, what's wrong? What happened?" He asked, soothingly rubbing your back.

"I'm sorry for calling so late," you sobbed.

"No, no, shh, come on, let's go inside." He noticed how you were only in your nightgown in the cold. Helping you into the house, he locked the front door behind him. He stood there with you in his arms, embracing you, comforting you as you cried. "I'm here, baby," he said softly.

"I just...we got into a fight...and I started drinking and I—I can't stop crying. I needed you," you explained, tears rolling down your cheeks. Toji could faintly smell the alcohol on your breath as you spoke. Toji wasn't going to intrude on your business when it came to your new relationship, but if he had to guess, the argument was pretty recent.

"He didn't touch you or anything, right?" Toji sternly asked. You immediately shook your head no. A weight of relief lifted off of his shoulders at your answer.

"I'm sorry for calling you so late, Toji. You didn't have to come I was—"

"I don't care about that, okay? I don't want you to be alone while you're feeling like this. Not anymore. Let's go." He guided you towards your bedroom, the plush carpet under your feet as he sat you down on the bed. You finally stopped crying, wiping the tears off of your face as you sat there to collect your thoughts. "I'll be back." Toji felt a tug on his hand as he went to step away, looking back to see you staring up at him.

"Stay." It almost looked like you were begging him. Is this what you were like all those years ago? How he just ignored you? How could he do something like that to you? You squeezed his hand tighter as you crawled into the bed, pulling him with you. Toji reluctantly followed, but still gave in. His arms wrapped your body, pulling the blankets over you as you snuggled into him. You inhaled his scent, hugging onto him like you never wanted to let go. "Don't go," you mumbled against him.

His fingers ran over your skin. "I won't, mama. I'll be right here when you wake up." He kissed the top of your head. Toji laid there as you fell asleep his arms, bedroom light still on, his hair still damp from his shower. He doesn't know what to think right now, lost in his head. Was this real? Or were you just drunk? He doesn't want to think about it too much, but yet he does. Will you hate him when you wake up? Scold him, yell at him? God, he hopes not.

"I love you, Toji." Those three words made his heart sank, his movements came to a halt.

She's drunk. She's doesn't mean that. Don't read too much into it. This will never happen again. It isn't real.

It takes everything in him not to say those three words back. He doesn't want to give into something that he knows won't even be a second thought to you the moment you open your eyes again. His jaw clenched as he stared at your bedroom wall. "Just sleep, baby," he quietly spoke. He slumped the lump in his throat, continuing to trace patterns on your skin.