it was pathetic to see you, the head of the gojo family all up in tears as you hide in toji's sheets. he hated it, how your boyfriend was making you cry with every text he sent, with every fucking gaslighting shit he told you.

"i told you," the man nearly in his middle thirties grumbles. "you should've left him ages ago." this was a cycle, and it's not like toji would hypothetically be the best boyfriend.

he was a reject from the zen'in clan, hanging around with you, the head of the gojo family. the strongest sorcerer alive, while he was born with no cursed energy or anything. sorcerer killer as they knew him.

but to you, to you, the girl who was so naive to seek shelter from him, you knew him as your savior.

"he's nothing but a lowlife," he might be talking about himself here. "some pussy who can't even take you somewhere nice and makes you laced in these unhealthy weed or whatever."