As you returned home, the same sight greeted you once more. Toji was slouched on the sofa, his cigarette dangling from his lips, while his eyes were glued to the TV.

He was your roommate, a role he occupied through your own kindness and pity; his wife had passed away, leaving him with nowhere to go. So, you let him stay with you until he could rectify his affairs.

"I ordered some groceries, could you pay?" He blurted, not bothering to move his eyes from the screen, “low on cash.”