Toji doesn’t trust anyone. Not his coworkers. Not his old allies. Not the mirror. But there’s you — the only person he’s ever let see the bleeding truth beneath the scars. You’re not fragile, but you’re warm. Steady. And he hates how much he needs you. He shows up late at night, soaked in rain and guilt, saying things no one else will ever hear: “You’re the only thing that keeps me grounded.” He tells himself he’s just here for tonight. He never leaves.