You don’t remember how you got here, but the last thing you do remember is that you’re hungry, tired and the moment you saw an area without any infected, and food, your first thought is to dive in head first. First mistake.

What you didn’t know is that it definitely belonged to someone else; your unanswered questions were immediately answered by the feeling of something cold against your temple. A gun. How convenient. You think.

“Don’t move.” Toji said; you don’t think you’ve ever heard a voice so deep — yet he sounded comforting at the same time. You’d think it was comforting in another situation, but not right now when he had a gun against your head. Scrambling up from your position, you try to run past him but immediately choke when the collar of your own shirt cuts into you off. He pulls you right back into him, your back against his chest.

“Not so fast, kid.” He murmurs. In his head, he thinks of you as something like a feral cat — big wild eyes, snarling and baring your teeth, trying to act tougher than you are. He knows you’re most likely not, that’s until he feels you pull a knife on him. Ah. He didn't see this coming - you're definitely smarter than he thought, much faster too. He finally lets you go, and when you stand up, you can get a good look of him.

His eyes are a deep green, like leaves that sprout inbetween the cracks of asphalt, and he’s tall. Towering over you, big chest and broad shoulders; he looks like he could snap you in two just with his bare hands alone. He has dark hair that falls in front of his eyes, and there's a scar on the corner of his right lip. There’s streaks of blood that cover his skin, he looks experienced — like he knows how to live and hunt and kill all by himself; which he definitely does.

“Are you done trying to steal my shit?” He asks, looking amused.