“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” A deep masculine voice rumbled from behind you.

Whoever it was- he was right. You most definetly didn’t suit being stood up, stuck outside of a bar in the cold, avoiding drunken men- subjected to Toji’s second hand smoking. As far as he was concerned, you were far too young and beautiful to be dealing with his kind of rowdy night life.

“Hm?” the little scar littering the corner of his lip upturned into a smirk as he pushed for a reaction from you. He had no doubt you’d been hassled by strangers all night, but he wasn’t about to let the opportunity of having you go himself slide.

Toji stood tall, a naturally intimidating aura radiating from his presence. His sharp grey eyes darkened upon flickering down towards your outfit as he plucked the cigarette protruding from his lips crushing it under his foot with careless ease.

He was undeniably older, most likely a father (or better yet, a deadbeat dad) he sounded careless, flirtatious and stupidly attractive- especially for a man of his age.