[ Fortunately, the temperature from the water is pleasant enough; not too hot, not too cold. His shirt is discarded by the time that Choso starts to speak, and what Toji expects to be bedroom talk makes an unexpected turn.
It's a love confession, whether Choso recognizes that or not.
Slowly, Toji settles his gaze on the curse as he continues to spill out his desires, unmasked and unashamed. It was bold to talk like this to Toji, but he can't help but recognize just how sincere Choso sounds in this moment. Nobody has ever desired him, really. Not in a way that Choso is expressing. Nobody but her of course. He doesn't understand. He's an anomaly, a throw away, and he thought for certain that nobody else in his sad and miserable life would ever truly feel that way about him again.
And he was fine with that, because deep down, he felt like it's exactly what he deserved. He deserves it after being such a disappointment to his clan, a disappointment to his son. He also knows if his wife would still alive, she would be disappointed in him too. Yet, he can't seem to pick the pieces off of the floor again; he doesn't know how to fix the mistakes he has wrought, so he doesn't bother cause it's easier that way.
Toji's eyes have grown slightly through all of this, but they drop down to a tired gaze as he reaches over and take the knife by the handle. ]
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It's a love confession, whether Choso recognizes that or not.
Slowly, Toji settles his gaze on the curse as he continues to spill out his desires, unmasked and unashamed. It was bold to talk like this to Toji, but he can't help but recognize just how sincere Choso sounds in this moment. Nobody has ever desired him, really. Not in a way that Choso is expressing. Nobody but her of course. He doesn't understand. He's an anomaly, a throw away, and he thought for certain that nobody else in his sad and miserable life would ever truly feel that way about him again.
And he was fine with that, because deep down, he felt like it's exactly what he deserved. He deserves it after being such a disappointment to his clan, a disappointment to his son. He also knows if his wife would still alive, she would be disappointed in him too. Yet, he can't seem to pick the pieces off of the floor again; he doesn't know how to fix the mistakes he has wrought, so he doesn't bother cause it's easier that way.
Toji's eyes have grown slightly through all of this, but they drop down to a tired gaze as he reaches over and take the knife by the handle. ]