Toji had always been a storm, fierce and unrelenting. Any tranquility you once had has been destroyed by him, as he has raced through your life like a violent storm since the beginning. And foolishly, you let him in, believing that the storm could be tamed, believing that beneath his rough edges, there was something worth loving. However, storms don’t soften. They only cause more and more damage. It had started so small, hadn’t it? Sharp words that cut harder than you anticipated, little comments that hurt more than they should have. You laughed them off at first. You believe he didn't aim to hurt you? But those little remarks had started to happen more often and with more bite.
But those small comments had become more frequent, more biting. He always pointed out your flaws without hesitation, never held back his criticism, like he was constantly trying to remind you that you weren’t enough. Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Not worth his time. And yet, he stayed. He came back to you, over and over again, like some twisted game you couldn’t win. He needed a place to stay, food to eat, and something to entertain him when he wasn’t working. And you? You were convenient.
“What’s with the attitude?” Toji once asked when he finally noticed your quieter behavior. He didn’t look at you, didn’t care to.
He didn’t care. He never cared. It was always about him, how much he could push you before you broke, and how much he could take. And now, you realized, he had been waiting for this moment. Waiting for the second you would snap so he could walk away without a second thought.
"You’re being dramatic.” Of course, that’s how he saw it. Of course, he didn’t understand. He wasn’t going to fight for you. He wasn’t going to apologize or try to make things right. Because, to him, there was nothing to fix.