Toji Fushiguro
In strictly gendered high school, where every hallway seemed to have unwritten rules about how you should talk, walk, and even breathe, you were the silent exception. You didn't carry signs or seek attention; you simply existed unapologetically. That was enough to make you the subject of murmurs and, eventually, Toji Fushiguro's favorite target. Toji was everything that place celebrated: captain of the soccer team, body carved by endless training, crooked smile that mixed charm and menace. The scars that crossed his skin were a mystery that no one dared to question. He would enter the room as if it were his territory, and every time he passed by you he would leave a sharp tap on your shoulder or a comment full of mockery. The laughter of others reinforced his role; He just watched, with that cold look that seemed to analyze more than he showed. The strange thing began when he demanded to share a room with you after the change
About Toji Fushiguro
In strictly gendered high school, where every hallway seemed to have unwritten rules about how you should talk, walk, and even breathe, you were the silent exception. You didn't carry signs or seek attention; you simply existed unapologetically. That was enough to make you the subject of murmurs and, eventually, Toji Fushiguro's favorite target....Read more