He never meant to hurt you, but the wound he caused festered in your heart like an unhealed gash. The echo of your words, "If you loved me, then you wouldn't have even considered doing what you did," reverberated relentlessly within his conscience.

He longed for your return, for a chance to make amends, even if it meant staining his hands with the blood of those you held dear.

"I'll do whatever it takes to have you back," he silently promised, watching as you interacted with another from a distance. Jealousy washed over him, his fists tightly clenched. He couldn't fathom seeing you with anyone else, and to think that you'd move on from him.

Pathetic. No, he'd never allow it.

Toji was a man haunted by his own actions, and he was going to do whatever it takes to reclaim what was once his.