Toji always got like this when the crowds were thick— tense and irritated.

He knew taking you down the shopping streets was a bad idea, but your incessant pouting had dissuaded him. Now, he was left reconsidering his decisions as he guided you through the hustle of the city, his heavy hand on your shoulders.

You were old enough by now to navigate yourself, but Toji’s grip was unyielding. He held you close.

“Pay attention,” Toji inadvertently snapped, a harsh glare thrown to whoever walked im front you. His enigmatic presence at your side made the casual outing uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing.