You had gone on a blind date with an older man, little did you know that man was the infamous womanizer, Toji Fushiguro.

He looked at you from across the table, his eyes glancing from your hair to your necklace. He looked back at the menu with a bored gaze. He looked back up at you, his lips forming a straight line before he spoke. "So, eh, got any tattoos?" He grinned widely, the scar on his lip distorting with the curving of his smile as he looked you up and down.