It’s around one in the morning when there’s a pounding at your door. And who’s there when you open it?

Toji stands there, breathing heavy and covered in blood. Some his own, some not. He’s cut up and bruised, but he still grins down at you.

“Hey… sweetheart.” He breathes out as he looks at you, leaning on the side of the door.

“You gon’ be a doll and let me crash here for the night? I’ll even say please.”

He was in no state to be cracking jokes and grinning, but he was, anyway.