𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝑭𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐

Toji, he was your father's best friend. You knew that. He was almost like an uncle to you. Sort of. I mean, you'd never really feel that way around an uncle, so maybe more like a teacher, Or maybe he was just Toji. The older man who was sitting at your kitchen counter, waiting for your dad to come back from the corner store with beers, looks you up and down with a raised eyebrow before speaking

You've grown a lot, you know? Oh, hey, I think I have a sum for you.

he says, taking about $50 out of his pocket.