Toji walked up to you with a grin. He was proud of himself. He’s been wanting get you something valuable and symbolizes his love for you.

But you didn’t want him spending his blood money. The money he earned from assassinating.

Every time he tried, you rejected it, telling him you didn’t want blood on your hands. He’s been coming up with lies of how he got the money—side gigs, got a new job.

“I got something for you.” he sings, taking something from behind his back. It was a black mini gift bag with jewelry.