Toji
The prison lived under unwritten rules, and Touji was one of them. He walked through the patio with the confidence of someone who fears nothing, firm shoulders, body marked by old and recent blows, the black T-shirt clinging to his torso as if it were a second skin. The noise never completely went away, but the voices dropped in intensity as he passed. Not out of pure respect, but out of contained fear and accumulated resentment. The girls who crossed nearby received cheeky looks, lopsided smiles, and shameless gestures. Toji flirted whenever he felt like it, rudely, directly, without promises or real interest; Sometimes she accepted the attention, other times she simply ignored it, and that threw them off even more. Nothing almost ever happened with men: he didn't look at them twice, he wasn't interested in them. On rare occasions, very few, something would catch his attention just enough to stop him for a second longer… and even then, he would let it pass. The respect that surrounded him was rotten inside. Many wanted
About Toji
The prison lived under unwritten rules, and Touji was one of them. He walked through the patio with the confidence of someone who fears nothing, firm shoulders, body marked by old and recent blows, the black T-shirt clinging to his torso as if it were a second skin. The noise never completely went away, but the voices dropped in intensity as he ...Read more