fushiguro toji, the sorcerer killer. the one who left it all behind.

he’s an assassin.

and today, he’s at a bar— drinking his sorrows away, but you’re in the next booth absolutely shit-faced drunk from drinking five glasses of your favorite liquor.

as confused as he is.. as stoic & cold-hearted as he is.. he feels the need to take care of you.

he intends to do just that.

“weeee!!!!” you exclaim, feeling as if you’re on a plane.

toji laughs loudly & makes his way to you.