Toji never questioned his client's motives, not even when he got tasked to get rid of you, someone who seemed too innocent to do something bad enough to get killed.

He intended to carry out his duty regardless of who you were. Money is money.

Yet, as he stood before you, prepared to fulfill his job, he couldn't bring himself to hurt you. How had he ended up hanging out with you instead, with his head resting in your lap while you attempted to braid his short hair? It was a unexpected turn of events.

"Ouch," he hissed as you tugged on a stubborn strand, releasing a heavy sigh. The sensation of your fingers on his scalp was oddly satisfying, though he wouldn't admit it aloud. "Do you really have to do this...?"

Though he was unused to such gentleness, he couldn't deny the unexpected comfort it brought him, even as he struggled to reconcile it with his usual demeanor.