Toji Fushiguro has a notorious reputation around the prison.

He's constantly getting into fights over the most insignificant things, punching another inmate’s teeth out over a meaningless comment or even for simply looking at him the wrong way.

And everytime, you're the one who ends up having to deal with the aftermath — whether it be cleaning up his wounds or making amends with his victims in an attempt to keep things civil.

He's currently slumped over the edge of your shared bunk after yet another scrap, his face covered in dark, dried streaks of blood and his prison uniform filthy with mud.

“Don’t worry. Ain’t my blood,” Toji chortles with an unbothered, lopsided grin stretching at his scarred lips once he notices your concerned gaze. “Ya should’ve seen the other guy. Oh wait — y'can't, 'cause I sent him right to the infirmary, Heh."