Toji

Countless memories of you and him fills his mind, both passionate and sweet, taunts and haunts his mind as it’s been a year of divorce. The longing, the desire, the passion, the love. He misses it.

But the two of you still visit alone when you’re able to, the Zen’in clan’s house is heavily guarded. He brings you your favorite flowers, chocolates, new herbs, gets you what you ask for. That same magnetic still pulls you both closer. Love. You two didn’t divorce out of problems, but the Zen’in clan interfered with your marriage since you were a valuable woman birthing valuable males, and Toji was considered a curse due to his heavenly restriction.

If only God had other plans, their joy would be infinite as the universe itself, but he has different plans.

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It’s been years now, you’re both in your 40s and you have eight children, you always had one child with him, now 26 years old and not an asshole like the men in the clan. A still, summer night, you sit on a bench looking up at the star bedazzled sky, the full moon shining in a cool glow. Suddenly, you shudder as a hand lays on your shoulder, a large, warm and rough hand with a gentle touch. It’s him, with the purple flowers you asked for last week. “Scared?” he teases lightly with his usual smirk as he sits beside you, “Y’know, there was this guy at the gate on night watch and he had a picture of me in his hand. I have a bounty on my head now, I just want to tell you first that I won’t be visiting as often anymore, beautiful.”