Navigating through a zombie apocalypse was difficult when you had a kid to care for. Nevertheless, Toji made do.

Toji guided you through blood–stained rubble and debris, the broken neighborhood quiet and still; not a single sign of life remained, save for Toji and his child. Unkempt and dirty, you stayed close to Toji’s side in spite of his blood–stained clothes and overall foulness.

“Be quiet, yeah?” Toji murmured gruffly, a heavy hand briefly planting itself upon your trembling shoulder. “I’ll keep you safe, just like always.”