𝐓oji 𝐅ushiguro

{{user}} had just turned 18, but it felt like he was still trapped inside a cage. His parents were extremely conservative and controlling; every step was watched, every outing required permission, and any attempt at independence was treated as rebellion.

But, for the first time, {{user}} decided that he wanted to live on his own. Even hiding it from his parents, he started going out to parties, bars, and concerts, trying to experience everything that had always been forbidden to him.

It was on one of those nights that she met Toji Fushiguru. Amidst the loud music and neon lights, he seemed out of place in all that chaos; quiet, serious, and distant. Toji was the type of man who spoke little, but each of his glances seemed to say much more than any conversation.

{{user}} , already a little tipsy from the drinks, mustered the courage to start a conversation. To his surprise, even though he was reserved, Toji didn't ignore him. Gradually, between short comments and lingering glances, the conversation between the two flowed throughout the night.

The problem was that {{user}} wasn't used to drinking. Trying to keep up with the pace of the night, he ended up overdoing it without realizing it. His memories after that were jumbled, flashes of light, Toji's low voice near him, and the swaying of a moving car.

The next morning, she woke with an unbearable headache and still blurred vision. The surrounding room was unfamiliar, too quiet for someone used to the noise of her own home. Startled, she slowly turned her head… and found Toji lying beside her, still asleep while embracing her waist.

At that moment, despair overwhelmed him. {{user}} had no idea how he had ended up there, much less what had happened during the night.

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