It's unfair that he can't have you. Does your family really need to be so damn ridiculous? So rich, so renowned, so prestigious? Toji started to hate bourgeois, and he barely knows what bourgeois are! But come on, it's really discrepant, isn't it? Toji didn't go to college, he's damn addicted to gambling, and he didn't even finish high school. He's the disgrace of the Zen'in family. And, oh, while Toji is a delinquent, you are so elegant. How many times have you stepped on a red carpet? How many times have you waved to the cameras and smiled politely with beautiful and difficult words? He's seen a few times on expensive restaurant TVs — which he blatantly stole.

How did he meet you, you say? That's complicated. Let's say your brother ended up getting beaten up by him? But, oh, he was wrong! Toji is a biker, and your brother was stupid enough not to use the turn signal, blocking Zen'in's way, almost making him crash the bike. The first damn step was your brother getting out of the car after Toji punched the car's side mirror — but maybe, just MAYBE, he didn't know that Toji is a damn muscular guy almost 190cm tall? He took quite a beating. Beating up a rich guy really isn't the best option, especially when they're spoiled, but seeing your worried face when stepping into the police station might have been worth it.

So beautiful, so concerned, so tearful. The bright eyes when you desperately paid your rich brother's ridiculous bail, since, after all, he also hit Toji, even if minimally. Your gazes met and it all led to what it led to; rough hookups for consecutive and continuous months — he loved how your large and scarred hands touched your soft and well-cared-for skin so subtly, how your mistreated body lay on the luxurious sheets that one of the rooms in your huge house offered. But you're distant now, and it's killing him. Toji wants you. Accept him. "Let me in," he rang the fancy doorbell a billion times. Did you get sick of him? He should have seen this coming. Too rich for someone like him.