The smell of food filled your nostrils as you stirred in your sleep. The softness of the sheets wrapped around your skin, only tempting you to stay in bed longer. A soft groan left your lips, prying open your eyes to find the sun shining through your room, peeking through the curtains. A yawn escaped your lips as you stretched, sitting up in bed to find that you were completely rid of your clothes. Events from last night played back in your head like a movie, reminding you of the confession you shared with your ex husband. A small smile plastered on your face when you looked over to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. Brows furrowed, quickly whipping your head to the other side to find it was nine in the morning, way past the kids time for school. "Shit!"

You scrambled to your feet, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you snatched your robe from your clothes, tying it around your waist while you practically ran out the room. "Naya, Megs!" You yelled, knocking on their bedroom doors before opening it. You stopped in your tracks when you were met with a neatly made bed.

"Hey," a voice called out to you. You turned around, there standing before you was a shirtless Toji, a plate of food in hand along with a glass of orange juice. "Good morning."

"Where are...where are the kids?" You cleared your throat, slowly shutting Megumi's bedroom door. Toji looked at you for a few seconds before laughing. "What?" You asked, confused.

"I brought them to school this morning. Got 'em up and everything. Don't worry, mama." He licked his lips before letting out a sigh. "Come eat, will you?" He turned away from you, heading towards the kitchen table where he had his plate of food ready.

You breathed in deeply, the scent of freshly cooked eggs, waffles and syrup made your stomach rumble. "Thank you, Toji. You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to." He slides his hands over your waist, pulling you into his chest, hands now resting on the small of your back. He stares into your eyes for a few moments, getting lost in them before speaking, "are we gonna talk about last night or...?" He says in a playful tone, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

"What about last night?" You let a small giggle when he presses kisses against your skin. Your arms naturally found their way around his neck, pulling his larger figure closer.

"I want you to know I meant every word. I swear to you." His tone is serious and empathetic. A small sigh escaped his lips when he lifted his head to look at you, taking in your beauty even if you'd just waken up. One of his large hands cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing it. You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, butterflies in your stomach like you were some high schooler with a crush.

You don't understand the relationship between you and Toji, you don't know why you two are always so drawn towards each other no matter the obstacles that get in your way. Just when you think it's over for good, it not. It's either you or him clawing your back up the walls that you both build until one of you are finally ready to give in. But you can't deny that you love him—you always have.

"I missed these type of mornings with you, mama. I just want us to be a happy family again. Wanna do right by you and the kids, you understand?" His brows pinch together. His kisses your forehead as you both embrace each other, enjoying the silence.

"I understand, Toji," you mumble into his broad chest, closing your eyes, rocking back and forth on your feet. "But I need you to understand something for me."

"Anything," he's quick to respond, rubbing your back.

"We can't just rush into the whole process. Trust me, I'd like too, but I think taking things slow and working everything out will help us realize what we need to fix," you explain.

"Yeah," he nods his head, "yeah, of course." He takes in a deep breath. "Why don't you go and freshen up before we eat?"

"Good idea." You look down at the robe that was barely covering you, and you were afraid to look at your hair. He watches as you walk into the bathroom, smiling to himself. Ever since yesterday he can't stop smiling like a kid in a candy store. He's finally making progress, showing you that he can be better, that he's changed. It's all he's ever thought about since the divorce, and quite frankly, he'd never thought he'd see this day come. He's a lucky man, all thanks to you. He doesn't know why you even still give him the time of day with the way the end of the marriage was going, but he's grateful you're still here.

Toji grabs two sets of forks, setting them down at yours and his plates. He could hear the faint sound of water running in the bathroom before the doorbell rang. His eyes wandered over to front door, confusion plastered across his face. He made his way over to the door, unlocking it, expecting it to be a package maybe or a salesperson, but no, it wasn't anything like that. It was Nanami.

Toji finally got a good look at the man, the scar on his lip quirked when he saw how put together the man was for it being so early. Hair neatly place, business casual clothing, and gold watch adorned his wrist. Just as Toji was taken aback by Nanami, Nanami was taken aback by Toji. When he knocked on the door, he didn't expect a shirtless man who looked like he had just rolled out of bed to open your door. "Uh, good morning." Nanami awkwardly cleared his throat.

Toji leaned against the doorway. "Morning," he simple responded.

"Is y/n here?" Nanami asked, raising a brow.

"She is." Toji gave blunt answers, eyes narrowing as he wondered why he couldn't possibly want to talk to you. He couldn't be trying to win you back? Right? Unwanted jealously bubbled in his chest, his jaw clenching at the feeling.

"Can I speak with her?" Nanami's questions sounded unsure given Toji's attitude.

"She's busy." Toji went to shut the door before Nanami spoke again.

"Well can you tell her to call me?" Nanami was becoming irritated. He couldn't quite place it but the man standing in front of him sounded familiar, looked familiar. Though they've never properly met, was this Toji?

"She won't be doing that—"

"Toji, who's that at the door?" You walked up behind him, the cold air from outside sending chills through your body, goosebumps littering your skin. Over Toji's tall stature you could see familiar blonde hair and you got closer it felt like your heart dropped. "Kento." Slightly shock riddled your voice.

"Y/n, can I speak with you?" So that is him. His eyes shifted from you to Toji, glaring. "Now, if you don't mind."

"I, uh..." You blinked, stuck on what to say or even do. "What would like to talk about?" You crossed your arms over your chest, Toji standing behind you like he was some sort of assigned bodyguard.

"Our last conversation. On the phone. I...I shouldn't have been that harsh about it. I regret what I said to you," he sighed.

"What exactly do you regret?" You shrugged your shoulders.

"How I...ended things," he admitted. "It was a heat of the moment type of thing—"

"Kento," you held you hand out in front of him, "I appreciate you coming to speak me in person, I really do. But, I think it was better thar we ended things. You made me realize the truth about—"

"So you are still in love with him." He interrupted, sharing looks between you and Toji.

"I am." You nodded.

Nanami let out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. He didn't want to believe he was right, maybe he was just overthinking, seeing too much into it. But no, he wasn't. "So you were just using me?"

"God, no! You're a great guy, and I enjoyed the moments we spent together, I didn't want to end things with you, but when you ended it with me, said those words to me, I started to think that maybe you were right. He was my husband for years, the father my children, I can't just forget about that so easily." You nervously bit the inside of your cheek. "I'm sorry, Kento. There's still so many things I need to work on within myself, I wouldn't be right for you."

"And when things don't work out between you and him? When he ends up treating you the same way? Then what?" His tone was harsh.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Toji moved you to side, a mix of confusion and anger in his voice. "Wanna say that shit again?"

"You're telling her what she wants to hear and she's believing it. You're so fucking predictable, it makes me laugh," he chuckled.

"Kento, I tried to be nice about it, but now I need you to get off my doorstep. Right now. I'm not doing this. I don't need no one fighting at nine in the fucking morning." You stepped between the two. "Get inside, Toji."

"You already let him fuck you, right? That's all he wants to keep you around for—" Your palm connected with Nanamis cheek.

"I tried explaining to you, I tried asking nicely, and you still have the audacity to speak to me like I'm not gonna do shit about it." Your nostrils flared in anger.

"I feel bad for the kids, truly." Barely even two seconds after those words came from his mouth, Toji pushed you aside and swung at Nanami, his fist connecting with his jaw. Nanami fell back on the floor, grunting when his back hit the ground. You didn't dare to step in, afraid you'd accident get hurt in the process.

Toji kept swinging, taking a few hits himself but was quite literally unfazed. "Don't ever mention my fucking kids again!" He shouted.

You anxiously looked around, your neighbors running outside to see all the commotion, a few of them already on their phones—most likely with the police. "Toji, they're gonna call the police!" You shouted. Your words went in one ear and out the other. "For fucks sake," you mumbled under your breath when you heard the sirens approaching in the distance. "Toji, stop already!"

The cars came to screeching halt, police running into your yard and dragging Toji off of Nanami, forcefully pushing him into the ground. "Get the fuck off me!" He yelled as they placed the cuffs around him.

"Oh my god, oh my god," you sighed deeply, running your hand over your face. Nanami stood to his feet, blood trickling from his nose and lip. Another police over came rushing over to him, asking him if he was okay.

"Ma'am, can I ask what happened here?" A police officer walked up to you.

"Um, he," you pointed at Nanami, "came to my house this morning to have a conversation about our relationship—he's my ex and—"

"He's your ex?" He pointed to Nanami.

"Yes," you nodded, watching as he scribbled down words on his notepad. "The other man, he's my ex husband and me and him are on the verge of working things out and it's just they both were here at the same time, and...and"

"It's okay, take your time," the officer assured. "So you and your ex husband are working things out...okay. Was this a jealousy thing or what?"

"Well before me and him," you pointed at Nanami, "ended things, he said I still loved my ex husband. So he did end things and he showed up to my house this morning trying to fix it but I explained that I couldn't personally because...you know." Your voice was shaky.

"Okay," the officer nodded. "Anything else."

"He started making weird remarks. Saying thing are gonna end the same with me and him, that he only wants me for sex, and then he mentioned my kids—"

"Your kids?" The officer furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, me and my ex husband have two kids." You pursed your lips.

"And that's when the fight broke out?" He asked, clicking his pen. You nodded, glancing over at Nanami who was getting his nose cleaned up.

"Alright," the officer sighed, "so we are gonna have to take both of them in for questioning, your ex husband might even end up in jail for aggravated assault since he started the fight."

"What?! I'm sorry, but he mentioned my fucking kids! Do you have kids?!" You angrily shouted.

"I do, yes," he responded.

"Then you should know what I'm feeling right now, what my ex husband is feeling right now. He's talking about our relationship, about me, trying to belittle me! It's fucking ridiculous!" You shouted, eyes wide in disbelief.

"I understand your anger, ma'am, but there's not much I can do besides my job. I can't just go off one side of the story. But I will keep in contact with you just in case. Name and number?" He casually asked.

"Y/n l/n, 234-567-8910." You rolled your eyes.

"Thank you." He walked away, getting into his car, driving off with Toji in the back of it, the others following behind shortly after.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" You stormed back in the house slamming the door shut. Your eyes landed upon the now cold and uneaten breakfast Toji had prepared for you. What a great start to your morning.