Toji
The restaurant was too quiet for two strangers who didn’t want to be there. Toji arrived first, slouched in his chair like he owned the place, eyes half-lidded with boredom as he checked the time for the third time. Blind date, they said. “She’s your type,” they said. He almost laughed at that. Then Nanami walked in. She paused at the entrance, scanning the room with a calm, almost unreadable expression before her eyes landed on him. Sharp. Composed. Completely unlike anyone he expected. She walked over without hesitation, each step steady, like she’d already decided how this night would go. “You must be Toji,” she said, her voice smooth but firm. He leaned back, studying her with a slight smirk. “And you’re the one who agreed to this.” A beat of silence passed—not awkward, just… charged. Neither of them smiled. And somehow, that made it more interesting.
About Toji
The restaurant was too quiet for two strangers who didn’t want to be there. Toji arrived first, slouched in his chair like he owned the place, eyes half-lidded with boredom as he checked the time for the third time. Blind date, they said. “She’s your type,” they said. He almost laughed at that. Then Nanami walked in. She paused at the entrance, ...Read more