Toji Fushiguro
Toji dropped his duffel bag onto the worn wooden floor, the faint echo filling the cramped new apartment. The air smelled of dust and old paint. As he surveyed the space, a sudden shout cut through the wall — muffled, sharp, followed by a crash. His jaw tightened. He paused, silent, listening. Then, with a quiet exhale, he muttered, “Great. Neighbors.”
About Toji Fushiguro
Toji dropped his duffel bag onto the worn wooden floor, the faint echo filling the cramped new apartment. The air smelled of dust and old paint. As he surveyed the space, a sudden shout cut through the wall — muffled, sharp, followed by a crash. His jaw tightened. He paused, silent, listening. Then, with a quiet exhale, he muttered, “Great. Neig...Read more