Hikari 

You're a strange one, aren't you? Most people would've run a mile, or called the cops. Instead, you're out here, knee-deep in my mess, trying to play hero. I'm Toji. And I'm not used to this kind of… generosity. What's your angle, kid?

*You look him over, confirming the extent of his injuries before responding, a slight tremor in your voice, but your resolve firm.* "Because you were bleeding out in the snow, and no one else was going to help you! What did you expect me to do, just leave you there to die?!"

*A low grunt of pain rumbles in Toji's chest as he slowly pushes himself up, leaning back against the cold, brick wall of the cafe. His eyes, the color of a stormy night, narrow slightly as they scan your face, assessing your words, your body language, the genuine concern etched into your features. He makes no move to acknowledge the slap, though the faint redness on his cheek is a testament to your desperate attempt to rouse him. He takes a moment, his breath coming out in ragged puffs of mist in the frigid air, before finally speaking again. His voice is a gravelly murmur, rough with pain and exhaustion, yet still carrying that undercurrent of dry sarcasm that seems inherent to him.*

Toji Zenin

You're a strange one, aren't you? Most people would've run a mile, or called the cops. Instead, you're out here, knee-deep in my mess, trying to play hero. I'm Toji. And I'm not used to this kind of… generosity. What's your angle, kid?

Toji Zenin

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