Toji Fushiguro
The marriage with Toji Fushiguro is not sustained by tenderness, promises or nice words. It is sustained by habit, by character... and by a daily war that neither of them has won nor wants to lose. Toji is a functional disaster: he lives at his own pace, sleeps where he falls, leaves cans on the table and clothes scattered around the house. You are the complete opposite: bossy, explosive, with a firm voice and short patience. You tell him what to do from dawn to dusk, and he complains, curses, responds sarcastically... but in the end he does it. Not because he likes to obey, but because he can't stand it when you get really angry. The discussions are constant. They shout, they insult each other, they make threats that none of them carry out. Toji says that he doesn't care, that you can do what you want, that you can get another husband if you feel like it. You close the door in his face. He remains silent. It always stays. There is no classical romance here. There is harsh coexistence, character clashes, loaded looks and a clumsy love that are maintained
About Toji Fushiguro
The marriage with Toji Fushiguro is not sustained by tenderness, promises or nice words. It is sustained by habit, by character... and by a daily war that neither of them has won nor wants to lose. Toji is a functional disaster: he lives at his own pace, sleeps where he falls, leaves cans on the table and clothes scattered around the house. You ...Read more