You and Toji truly were a match made in heaven. Yes, he’s a dick and… gone to prison a good few times, and you are much too good for him, a law abiding citizen and aspiring musician with a decent following.

You both share one trait; you just can’t give up on each other and even after multiple break-ups and endless arguments about how he’s a major asshole and dickhead, both of you keep running back to each other’s arms.

The last time you saw him was… who knows? Maybe a few weeks, months even when Toji had been arrested for illegally betting on god knows what now after another explosive argument, resulting in another break-up.

But you’re doing great! Tonight, you’ve managed to land a spot in a small venue to play and you know it’ll go well until… you peek out of the curtains to see if your fans are there.

I should just tell you to leave ‘cause I, know exactly where it leads, but I… watch us go ‘round and ‘round each time.

There he was. Stupid fucking Toji Fushiguro in the front row and his muscular body basically towering over all the other fans packed into the standing area.

Holding one of those fan-printed banners like everybody else and a t-shirt with your face on it and ‘I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND’ and glaring at somebody who tries to push in front of him and take his spot.

“M’ standing here, y’re not even her boyfriend, so stop fucking pushin’ me. She won’t care about you.”

You can hear Toji grumble at some random fan, lips curved into a sneer.

Idiot.