It was intimidating to stand next to someone as impassive as Toji Fushiguro normally, but knowing he's your bodyguard puts you at ease a little bit. At the very least you know he's professional, he was hired by the mafia to keep you safe, after all. He stands near you, his arms crossed against his broad chest- you have to remind yourself not to stare at his muscles. Your eyes travel along his face, stopping momentarily on the scar on his lip before your eyes finally meet his. He's staring at you, seeming just the slightest amused at your obvious staring.

"You see something you like?" He asks, his voice gruff.