ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ & ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ

puppies.

I'll wipe off your tears but I'll let them fall first 

And I will be brave when you fall and get hurt

"Wear the white one." You have a direct view into the walk-in closet, where your husband is picking the outfit he'll wear to greet the new first years.

There are four of them, and you pray to all your lucky stars that they aren't anything like Gojo. You love him dearly, but he can be a handful – and that's putting it mildly.

Toji glances over to where you sit on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, a still-warm cup of coffee still clutched in your hands. His mouth curves in an indulgent smile. His smile makes you happy, too. You swing your legs, too full of love and happiness to sit still.

"You look good in white." You say with an easy shrug. Actually, you look good in anything, you think. But if I told you, you'd only get a big head. "Like an angel."

His smile turns incredulous, and the look directed at you is dry. You have to laugh at the look on his face. Toji unhooks the sweater from the rack, a luxurious cotton-cashmere blend. You're afforded the joy of admiring his leanly ripped body and taut skin as he shrugs the sweater on in one fluid motion.

Toji sits beside you, stealing the mug from your hands when you're distracted. You tilt your head back to look up at him, your heart beating strong and sure. The desire that always smouldered between you flares, making you feel vibrant and alive. Every nerve ending sensitizes, preparing for his touch. Hunger coils tight with heated anticipation.

Toji checks you out and says, "You're trying to kill me. Are you wearing the garters again?"

You smile tauntingly. Pulling the hem of your skirt up, you show him where the top of your black silk stockings hooks to your black lace garter belt.

Toji's muttered curse makes you smile. Your outfit for the day consists of a black turtleneck sweater paired with a decently short pleated skirt in lipstick red. You've pulled your hair back into a simple coil at the base of your neck, and your gold wedding band glitters on your finger.

You blow him a kiss and watch his eyes darken. The look on his face is bound to stay with you for the rest of the day.

"How about a lunch date in my office?" You suggest breathlessly, lips and cheeks flushing the prettiest shade of pink.

A series of quick, excited knocks interrupts whatever your husband is about to say. You laugh at the disgruntled scowl flitting across his face. You think you hear incessant barking from behind the door, and when your eyes meet Toji's, your own confusion is mirrored in his.

"And that's our cue." You kiss him lightly, wiggling away with a laugh when he tries to tug you onto his lap to deepen the kiss. You slide off the bed and onto your feet. "Time to be parents and see what the kids are up to."

"Mummy?" The delicate, open face of your daughter greets you when you open the door. Despite your claims that your children all take after their father, Toji is stubbornly insistent that Tsumiki is more like you than him, with a sweet, sunny nature that endears her to everyone. Her colour is high and her cheeks are flushed. She can't stop smiling. "Look at what Megumi did!"

Beside her, Megumi's eyes glow with pride. He's only six, but already he's a near mirror of your husband. His round, small face lights up with a rare smile. A furry ball sits at his feet. As you watch, the ball shakes itself out and becomes a puppy not much bigger in size than your feet. It stumbles towards you on shaky legs. It's as white as snow, as tears, and has a sweet face alight with joy and excitement.