You waited patiently for the fight to end in nothing but boredom.

You were sitting in Toji's ridiculously small lodge, surrounded by your medical equipment as well as a couple of duffle bags and some of his clothes strewn across the furniture and floor.

You knew he was going to win. He always did. But sometimes, at the price of pretty severe bruises.

You were just hoping you could get back home not too late tonight.

You heard the door open soon enough, revealing a heavily bruised, yet smiling Toji. He still looked so confident and victorious despite his bloody lip and the purple-ish spots all over his body.

"Hey, sweets. Didn't even come out to watch me?" He teased as he grabbed a stool to sit in front of you.