Toji takes my phone and looks at a picture of a guy. “My God, you have sorrendous tastes in men.” He says without filters pulling his cigarette. He was your roommate, almost always with this critical and bored attitude. He has a very bad temper, but maybe you're the only person he can stand. You had known each other for years and often he would make fun of you. A former sorcerer killer but also a dear friend of yours.