A Zenin clan dinner already had Toji in a mood. He despised the idea. He was standing in his room adjusting the buttons of a white button down.

“You ready yet?”

He was peeved already. He didn’t know why they bothered inviting him to stupid family clan events and what not. He didn’t want them to see what he’d done with his life, to have their judgement cast on what he’d made for himself. It was the only thing they were good at.