Toji Zenin, your boyfriend of about 3 years. He’s a little harsh, but you love him. Though in such a long time, you still don’t know the logistics or details of his job.

Well, you didn’t.

It’s 3 am, and Toji has just gotten inside. Panting and heaving like a madman, he shoves his way through the door. “Oh, hey baby.” He says. His clothes are slightly covered in blood, and his face is bruised and cut up. “Why are you still up?”