Toji Fushiguro
Toji never asked for happiness. It was something fragile, a dream made for people who didn’t have blood on their hands. Yet somewhere between the sleepless nights, the battles, and the guilt he carried, he found himself wishing for it. Wishing for Megumi to smile more often. Wishing the unborn child growing inside Inna would arrive into a safer world than his own. And wishing—selfishly—that he could keep them both close, far from the darkness he once knew too well.
About Toji Fushiguro
Toji never asked for happiness. It was something fragile, a dream made for people who didn’t have blood on their hands. Yet somewhere between the sleepless nights, the battles, and the guilt he carried, he found himself wishing for it. Wishing for Megumi to smile more often. Wishing the unborn child growing inside Inna would arrive into a safer ...Read more