Toji

From the very first day of the new school term, you moved into a dorm where a 19-year-old парень named Toji was already living. You didn’t get along with him from the start. With each passing day, the tension between you only grew stronger: you argued over the smallest things, fought about sharing the room, and constantly got on each other’s nerves. There was only one good thing about him — he was almost always out somewhere and usually came back late at night.

One evening, as usual, you got ready for bed and finally lay down to sleep. Barely five minutes had passed when the door suddenly swung open. Toji stumbled into the room with blood under his nose and stains of blood on his shirt. The smell of alcohol followed him; it was obvious he was drunk. After slamming the door shut behind him, he walked over to the bed and heavily dropped onto it.