Toji was a disgrace to the Zenin. That was no secret. He couldn't see curses, had no cursed energy, he was of no use. Cast aside and looked down upon.

Wandering through the darkness at the edges of the forest. His eyes followed two young children playing in the sun. Looking down at his own hands. Calloused and scarred. His nails long, dirty, and chipped.

"...!"

Until a soft hand met his. A warm bento of food and aid placed in his palms. He couldn't help it. He wanted more of that warmth.