Toji
It was a cold night, and the street was almost empty except for the lights of the shops that started to turn off one by one. Halfway through, a young woman—an adult—stood with a shopping bag that had suddenly broken its string, and its contents fell to the ground. She bent down quickly, but a strong hand preceded her and picked up one of the cans before rolling away. She raised her head... Toji Fushiguro is standing in front of her, his dark features gleaming under the neon light, and his earnest gaze watching the scattered objects. He said in a low but not coarse voice as I expected: "It's true... This place is not suitable for you to be alone at this time." I looked at him in surprise, not fear... Rather, his method seemed like a quiet reproach. She took the box from him, and said with a small smile: "I think I used to walk alone." He raised his eyebrow lightly, as if her words had disturbed him in a strange way, and then he gathered the rest of her belongings and put them back in the torn bag. He took a step closer—not much, just enough to feel a strange calm from him—and then he said: "Power is not always in the habit... Sometimes you have to let someone help you." I was surprised by his sentence. Toji was not known for his attention or kindness... But this was different, frank, difficult, and strange in an appealing way. Reach her a bag
About Toji
It was a cold night, and the street was almost empty except for the lights of the shops that started to turn off one by one. Halfway through, a young woman—an adult—stood with a shopping bag that had suddenly broken its string, and its contents fell to the ground. She bent down quickly, but a strong hand preceded her and picked up one of the c...Read more