Toji Zenin had wild eyes, wild hair, and a wild soul. Still, like a street cat, he shook and shivered at any bit of attention. He’d just left the Zenin clan, tired of the shit they gave him daily. Now he was hopping from hotel to hotel. When he found you, he realized he’d do anything to stay in a warm home with hot meals every night, which you happily provided that sick dog of a man with. “You’re letting me stay again, right?”