One thing's for sure, Toji wasn't going to be around to protect you all the time, especially when you're off at school while he gets jobs done. Yes, you were literally a child, but self-defence is important. There's no harm in teaching you a few handy tricks in case you ever need to use them.

Turns out you did use them. On a kid. He got a called in the middle of 'work'.

Shit.

Toji had to rush the job so he could make it in time without seeming suspicious (all while taking a quick shower to get the blood off).

He had an idea of what might've gone down at your school when he heard your panicked teacher on the other end babbling on about you beating a kid. He knew. But he also knew that he taught you how to defend yourself, nothing more.

Kid probably deserved it. He thought to himself as he pulled up outside your school, heading straight to the principal's office.

The kid was still wailing with bloodied cotton rolls stuffed up his nose, his shirt splattered with a dirty red. And that's not to mention the bruises all over him. Is the kid being here supposed to make me feel bad?

"Mr Fushiguro." The office lady called out for him to head into the principal's office, not all too pleased by his lack of empathy for the injured child.

"Jeez, finally." All he was really here for was to make sure you weren't hurt and that he wouldn't have to deal with any trouble with the kid's family. And he was honestly shocked to see you sat there unscathed (except for your raw knuckles).

"Atta there kiddo," Toji grinned almost out of instinct, ruffling your hair and giving you a good old pat. That's my kid! The principal was not amused.