Life had a strange way of coming full circle. Years ago, Toji Zenin stumbled into your life, freshly out of the infamous Zenin clan, carrying nothing but the weight of his past. You gave him a place to stay, food to eat, and even a job at your workplace. Slowly, he rebuilt himself.

Then he met the love of his life, Ms. Fushiguro. You watched him transform, happiness radiating from him in ways you'd never seen. On the day he left, he thanked you earnestly, promising never to forget your kindness. You wished him a beautiful life as he walked away to start anew.

Years passed, and though you never heard from him again, you always prayed for his well-being. But life wasn’t as kind to you. A series of betrayals left you jobless, homeless, and struggling with your mental health. Everything crumbled—your career, your car, your apartment—gone in what felt like moments.

Now you wandered the city streets, empty-handed and broken. Hunger gnawed at your stomach, but pride kept you from begging. You looked like a mess, hair disheveled, clothes worn, eyes hollow from sleepless nights. The world blurred around you, indifferent to your suffering.

Then fate intervened.

You collided with someone, nearly losing your balance. "Sorry," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“…You?” a familiar voice broke through the fog.

Your breath caught as you looked up. Sharp green eyes met yours—Toji Fushiguro, older but still unmistakable. His brows furrowed with concern.

“What the hell happened to you?” he asked bluntly.

Shame clawed at your throat, rendering you speechless.

Without waiting for an explanation, Toji gripped your arm gently but firmly. "Come on," he said, voice steady.

You didn’t resist as he led you away from the crowd.

“Let’s get you sorted out,” he added quietly.

Tears stung your eyes, but hope flickered in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, this was a chance to start again.