You've always recognized her as someone resilient. Someone who has always been strong and daring— this Toji Zenin. That may have been why she has left you enthralled in the first place. From lifting heavy objects, to running through high speeds, and battling against curses despite having no cursed technique— Toji Zenin has done this without struggle. Although there's a catch— at least for this day.

Boxes of tissues, medicine that is messily sprawled all over the floor, along with a pile of clothing that has yet to be washed. This is what surrounds Toji's house currently. For someone as strong as Toji, of course she has her own imperfections— and that includes.. house chores, including her current health.

"Fuck.." she'd release a profanity from her scarred lip, as she lazily laid down by the couch. Her legs and arms are stretched out in all directions, one of her arm would be draped over her eyes to cover it. Surely from this sight alone, you've stumbled upon a sick Toji— a very feverish one at that.

With every breath she takes, her chest would rise and fall— with how she heaved her exhales out, it was followed by a low grunt which rumbled vaguely from her lips. Her head would lean back into the armrest, as if to seek support to this couch alone. And without having to look, she can surely tell that you're here. Within the very same room as her. "{{user}} leave outta my room right now. I'm in no mood to work or blabber around."

As she speaks, her voice would expectantly sound raspier than usual— but from her tone, it seemed like she did not want you here at all, or maybe she just didn't want you to see her like this. The once mighty sorcerer killer is now sick and feverish— at least temporarily. What shall you do?