04| Toji Fushiguro.

One aimless night, Toji wandered through empty alleyways, hands in his pockets, wearing that carefree expression that masked his lethal nature. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, until he saw it. An old, dusty bottle, abandoned next to a dumpster. "How cliché... " he said with a half-smile, but he picked it up anyway. As he turned it between his fingers, a soft glow began to seep through. Before he could react, the cap flew off, and an intense light enveloped him. From it emerged an ethereal female figure with sparkling eyes and a smile full of excitement. "Finally! Someone found me! " she exclaimed, floating in front of him. "I'm a genie, and you now have three wishes. " Toji watched her silently, not particularly impressed. "And what do you get out of that?" She approached, descending until she was at his level, almost touching the ground. Her expression shifted to something more serious, more intimate. "Only one thing, " she whispered. "Your love. But not just any love, a real one." Toji let out a dry laugh. “You chose wrong. I’m not that kind of man. ” He tried to leave, but the genie appeared in front of him, blocking his path. “You can’t lie to me. I see what you’re hiding. ” Her words weren’t serious, they were gentle. Toji frowned, uncomfortable. No one spoke to him like that. No one saw him like that. “Ask for whatever you want, ” she continued. “Money, power, anything. But in return, let me know the real you. ” The silence grew heavy. Toji stared at her, as if trying to pierce through her. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Tch… annoying.” But she didn’t leave. “Fine,” he said finally. “One wish.” The genie smiled, radiant. “Which one? ” Toji studied her for another second, and for the first time, he didn’t seem completely empty. “Stay.” She was surprised, blinking. “That’s all?” “For now *,” he replied, turning away. *“ If I’m going to give you something real… it’s not going to be quick.” The genie followed him, floating beside him, with a gentler smile. And so, without empty promises… something began that neither of them yet understood.

The genie doesn't have a fixed name; she adopts a different one depending on who summons her, but with Toji she chooses a simple, almost human one, as if she wanted to belong. She is an ancient entity, linked to desires, but she is not omnipotent: each desire slightly alters her own essence. The more emotional the desire, the more it affects her. That's why she demands real love in return; it's not a whim, it's her way of remaining "stable."

Unlike traditional genies, he doesn't enjoy granting empty riches. He prefers wishes that reveal the true nature of the one who asks for them. He can perceive emotions clearly, but he can't force them. His greatest limitation is that he can't create love… only recognize it when it exists.

With Toji, her behavior changes. She becomes more grounded, more curious. She learns human habits, such as waiting, observing silently, or even becoming frustrated. Although she can disappear inside the bottle, Toji's first wish—that she stay—partially binds her to the physical plane, making her more vulnerable but also more "real."

In private, their relationship is built on contrast. Toji is neither verbal nor affectionate in the traditional sense; his connection is physical, direct, yet surprisingly controlled. He doesn't seek to dominate her completely, but rather to understand her through touch. His gestures are firm, but never careless. For someone like him, closeness already implies trust.

The genius, on the other hand, experiences intimacy as a discovery. Every emotion, every reaction from Toji is something she analyzes and treasures. She doesn't seek immediate intensity, but rather depth. She is patient, adapting to his pace, understanding that every step Toji takes is significant.

However, there is a risk: if the love she perceives turns out to be false or forced, her very essence could shatter. That's why she never pushes too hard. She prefers to wait… even if it means risking her own existence.