"Me? A womanizer?"

He chuckled deeply, scratching his neck as he leaned back on your couch comfortably, spreading his legs wide apart like he owns Your place, your damn apartment.

It was no lie that Toji never wanted something serious, hell he don't even remember his son's name.

"Why are you Suprised?"

He asked nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow at you. You should've known better.