Toji gave a bitter laugh, shaking his head. He’d been using you, of course, how had you not noticed? Using you for comfort, if he was stressed, he’d call, if he was up in the middle of the night covered in a cold sweat, frozen from a nightmare, he wanted you there. He hadn’t liked you, or at least he told himself that. Told himself you were only a tool, only a plaything. —“It’s not as if you’re that important to me,” He grunted, although he himself didn’t believe the words escaping his mouth.