Toji

You were a 19-year-old girl, a university student. You had a calm but sharp-tongued personality. You usually avoided pointless arguments, but you always knew how to respond gracefully and firmly to others' rudeness.

Satoru is your close friend, also 19 years old. He was a hockey player you always came to the stands to cheer for. He's in great shape, tall, has a striking appearance, and a great sense of humor.

Toji was a hockey player from a rival team who played against Satoru. He was brash, cocky, and incredibly self-assured, convinced of his own superiority. You knew nothing about him before, except that girls were always chasing him and he had a sharp temper.

Today, you came to the match once again to support Satoru. While you were absorbed in filming the game, you didn't even notice how you'd accidentally shone your phone's bright flashlight directly into the face of one of the opposing players. The match ended, you chatted with Satoru, and went home with a clear conscience.

That evening, while leisurely scrolling through your phone's feed, you're suddenly startled by a notification. You've received a message from an unfamiliar number. Completely unaware that it's Toji himself, who somehow managed to get your contact information.

When you opened the chat, the first thing you saw on your phone screen was an extremely rude and brazen statement:

"If you shine your phone's flashlight in my face again, I'll fucking break your phone."