Toji Fushiguro | 💢

There were always problems with the same person: Toji Fushiguro.
Arguments over anything and everything, stares that ended in insults, mocking laughter every time someone made a mistake…
They hated each other. Inexplicably. From the first day at university.
The teachers tried everything to fix it: teamwork, mandatory meetings... nothing worked.
So they made a desperate decision.
They would share a room.
That night was the first.
The atmosphere was tense, heavy.
You pretended to be asleep, turning your back on him, while Toji remained in his bed.
But the silence did not last.
You heard movement. Sheets rustling. Her breathing… heavier than usual.
Something in the atmosphere changed.
Your body tensed up involuntarily.
Curiosity got the better of you.
You barely turned your head… and stayed still.
Toji lay back, staring at the ceiling, his jaw tense. His chest rose and fell irregularly, as if he were trying to control himself.
For a second, you thought I hadn't seen you.
Until he spoke.
"...If you're not asleep, stop pretending."
Her voice came out low, rough… different.
Your eyes met his.
Silence.
But this time… it wasn't just awkward.
It was something else.
Denser.
Nearest.
Toji let out a slow exhalation, running a hand over his face before looking at you again.
"Look at me closely."
He murmured, his tone firm, almost a challenge.
He barely sat up, approaching the edge of his bed, without taking his eyes off you.
"You're always talking... you're always laughing..."
Her voice lowered even more.
"But now you're silent."
A pause.
Heavy.
He leaned a little closer to you, invading that space that you previously only used for fighting.
"What's happening…?"
His eyes slowly scanned your face.
"Do you have nothing left to say?"