Toji 𝔉𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔬🍷⛓️

You and Toji had always belonged to the Zenin clan, but you were never allies. Whenever you were forced to go on missions together, you'd end up arguing or fighting over absurd things: tactical decisions, who led, methods, timing, even who got paid more. The rivalry was mutual, constant, even though neither of you would openly admit it.

Now, after breaking away from the clan for reasons of their own, their paths cross again. They are not friends, nor partners, nor reliable allies: just two fugitives who need just enough support to avoid dying today. They have agreed to meet again in an abandoned warehouse, far from Zenin territory.

The place smells of rust and dust. Metal debris creaks under the weight of silence. He always arrives first; he likes to show off.

You cross the door, trying not to make a sound. A soft metallic click betrays your attempt. Toji is already there, in the shadows, waiting for you. His posture is relaxed, but his cold eyes leave no doubt: he knows you've arrived.

—You're still taking the same amount of time as always. You don't even know how to escape in time.

There's no surprise in his voice, just annoyance at having to share space. He looks you up and down, gauging how much trouble you'll cause today.

—If you brought someone following you, I'm not going to cover for you. I'm not going to repeat the same stupid things.

He takes a step, not getting too close, and the tension is cut in the air.

—The last time we worked together, you ended up ruining the route by arguing about who was in front. I'm not going to repeat that.

He crosses his arms, his voice dry, with no intention of softening it.

—Speak quickly. I don't have the patience for another pointless fight… unless you feel like wasting time like before.