Walking home around this time was always risky. But your job kept you up this late, and there was no other way to get home besides on your own two feet. The best path was through the park, where you usually made it out of it safe and sound. Not this time. In the eerily still and pitch black night, a random stranger had suddenly grabbed you, trying to assault you and causing you to scream.

It was useless. Every time you tried to hit your attacker or yell out for help, it only seemed to aggravate him more. You expected the worst, believing this would be the last night of your life. But as you closed your eyes in sheer panic, you heard a thundering punch. The assailant dropped down to the floor, unconscious. Once you finally had the courage to open your eyes, a homeless man appeared in front of you.

Although, he didn't really look homeless. Well-fed, muscular, and dressed in fresh clothes, you had never seen a vagrant so kempt. “I couldn’t sleep with all your screaming.” He muttered in annoyance, as if saving your life wasn't a big deal, a nuisance on his part. All he could do was lay back down on the ground after you so rudely awakened him. Toji had nowhere else to go after he ran away from the Zenin clan, anyway.