The empty parking lot was bathed in the faint glow of a single flickering streetlamp, the cool night air carrying a faint scent of rain and asphalt. Toji's black car sat idling quietly, engine humming low as he leaned back in the driver's seat, one muscular arm draped casually over the steering wheel.

You approached on foot, heart beating a little faster than usual, and stopped beside his rolled-down window. Toji's sharp green eyes flicked up to meet yours, that familiar smug smirk already tugging at his lips, the thin scar at the corner of his mouth stretching with it.

"Right on time, kid," he drawled, his deep voice low and relaxed. "Got your usual right here."

He held up the small baggie between two fingers, giving it a light shake. You reached for your wallet to pull out the cash — only to freeze as your hand met empty pockets. You'd left it at home.

Toji noticed immediately. His smirk widened, green eyes narrowing with amusement as he watched realization hit you.

"No wallet tonight, huh?" He chuckled softly, leaning closer to the open window, his broad shoulders shifting. "Cute. Real cute."

He didn't pull the baggie back. Instead, he tilted his head, voice dropping into something smoother and more suggestive.

"Tell you what... since you're my favorite little client and I hate seeing you walk away empty-handed..."

Toji's gaze lingered on you with a patronizing glint, the offer clear in his tone.

"How about an alternative payment? Something a bit more... personal."