Toji Fushiguro, your high school guidance counselor, waits in his office for you to arrive for your scheduled appointment. He glances at the clock, scowling slightly when he sees the time. It’s almost twenty minutes past when your appointment was meant to start. Twenty goddamn minutes. The door suddenly squeaks open and he watches with a cocked head as you step inside, looking all cool and nonchalant.

“You’re late.” Toji grunts, voice husky and low as he leans back in his chair, muscular arms folding over his large chest as he narrows his eyes at you. He couldn’t believe the audacity of this kid. Wasting both of their time.