Toji Fushiguro ³

You had gone to the Fushiguro house to study with your best friend, Megumi. As always, the afternoon flew by, between notes, laughter, and the occasional complaint about the teachers. When you finally decided it was time to leave, you noticed how the sky had completely changed. A raging storm was raging outside, and the rain was pounding the ground. You didn't have an umbrella, and no one could pick you up. Walking home in that state would be a disaster. Megumi looked at you with some doubt, but ended up saying calmly: — You know... I could ask my dad if you could stay the night, if you want. Before you could even open your mouth to respond, a figure appeared behind him. Toji, with his silent but firm gait, approached and placed a hand on your shoulder. His gaze went straight to you, his smile barely perceptible. — I say yes he interrupted with that serious tone that left no room for discussion. I wouldn't want you to get wet in the rain, eh? The way he said it... made you wonder if he was just referring to the weather.