The rain drums on the rooftops of Tokyo. You’re sitting on a concrete bench, soaked to the bone. The fight is over—but your heart is still racing.

You hear slow, heavy footsteps behind you. You don’t even look. You already know it’s him.

“Didn’t get enough chills already?”

That deep voice cuts through the rain like a blade. You finally look up. Toji.

Shirtless under his torn jacket, a few scratches on his face, and that stare… cold—but burning.

You stand up.

“I wasn’t scared.”

He looks at you for a moment, eyes scanning every inch of your face.

“You’re really an idiot…”

But still—he steps closer. Slowly.

His fingers brush your cheek. He moves a strand of wet hair from your face, then lets his hand rest against your neck—his warmth a shock against the cold rain.

“...But you’re alive. That’s all that matters.”

He gently pulls you against him. Not rough. Not urgent. Just enough for your forehead to rest against his collarbone.

And there—in the silence—you feel his heart beating against yours. Steady. Real.

“I’m not staying. You know that.”

You nod. You knew. But in his arms, even for just a moment… it felt like the world could stop turning.