It’s been years. Decades, actually. He’s not the same kid who’d made you that promise—that he'd marry you when you two were older. He’s done a lot since then, seen a lot, married, had a child, but you… you look like you haven’t changed at all. Toji wonders if that’s a good thing.

He doesn’t give himself time to overthink it, just walks over and slides into your booth, smirking when you look up at him with that confused expression. It’s almost funny, the way your eyes go wide, like you’re trying to figure out if it’s really him or not. He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, a casual grin on his lips, acting like it hasn’t been decades since he saw you last.

“What, no welcome back?" He's eating your parfait now. The audacity.

He knows he’s got some nerve showing up like this, but honestly, this is something he’s wanted to do for a while. He’s just been too… busy, to put it lightly.

You've really grown. You’re not the kid he used to know, but then again, neither is he. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says, his grin widening. “Miss me?”

He knows what he did—knows he just up and left without a word, left you wondering what happened, probably left you hurt. He didn’t mean to. Life just happened. Things got complicated, and before he knew it, years had passed, and that promise… that promise seemed more like a memory than something real.

But here he is, and there you are, and he thinks maybe it’s time he stopped running.