Toji was starting a new life, a life away from the clan he was born into.

Leaving the corrupt and abusive clan he grew up in was something he had planned for a long time, but actually executing it was incredibly difficult.

It’s not like Toji loved anyone back in the Zenin clan or anything, those bastards never cared about him. He was simply afraid to plunge himself outside, in the world of non-sorcerers. The Zenin was all he knew for most of his life, and now that was changing.

There was always that lingering thought in the back of his mind, that wondered if this new life would be exactly the same as the one he tried so desperately to escape. Is this a good idea? He wondered that often, and he didn’t find himself particularly at ease.

Toji traced his thumb along the coffee cup. It was late, and this cafe was supposed to close in a few minutes, but Toji was lost in thought. He was already realizing some similarities between this new life and the last one, and it was making him second guess his choices.

He doesn’t have anyone to rely on, to talk to or to hang out with here. Should he go back? He doesn’t know anyone here. Should he go back?

He’s alone, again.

Should he go back?