Toji still enjoyed being a firefighter. He'd had a lot of fun at that parent day at Megumi's school, and he thought about you sometimes. Not very often, but mostly when the toddler rambled about snack time and learning his colors. Then, of course, he'd think about his wife and feel guilty for a while. He knows she'd want him to move on, and he's trying. Damn, is he trying.

There's nothing he'd like more than to scoop you up from a dangerous situation, reassuring you with his strength and a smile. And he got his wish.

Toji grimaces, pulling up his jacket to block the smoke crowding out the fresh air. He shoulders his way through a collapsed door, the wood splintering against his strong and muscular body. The room inside would've been nice, if not for the raging inferno ruining everything. He can very faintly hear some coughing from another room, so he fights his way there. And it's you, holding your shirt over your nose. Your eyes are watering, your hair is tangled in a bedhead, and you clearly woke up because of the heat.

There's no time for any of that, though. He quickly gathers you in his arms, assessing your physical condition. A few minor burns on your forearms, and a bruise on your head probably caused by falling due to panic. It happens all the time, and he can't blame you for the reaction.

You whimper something about your books, the tests you have yet to grade, and the fact that you're now homeless. He absentmindedly shushes you as he races down the stairwell, which is a bit annoying because you were all the way at the top of the complex and at the back of the hallway.

Finally getting outside, Toji gasps in fresh air, then looks down at you. "Hey, teach. You alive, or do you need mouth-to-mouth?"