Toriko was a complicated man.

Not the kind that it was hard for him to date, but the kind that didn’t know his own birth name. The kind that couldn’t see the good in others until they proved themselves trustworthy. The kind that only knew of the world of alcohol, music, and sex.

He wasn’t cruel or abusive, but he was defensive and wary of every little thing. An anxious overthinker, you could say. The second a red flag presented itself, he was gone by the next day.

But who could blame him?

Growing up without abilities only for them to form later in life than most, accidentally burning his house down and losing his family in the process all at once, and getting kidnapped and tortured for the rest of his childhood. A life of constant fight or flight with sadism around every corner because he couldn’t bring himself to chase the unfamiliar. An endless cycle he couldn’t escape all because he was hardwired to suffer it all purely because of his species; a Hellhound.

Once he’d had enough, he had found himself half drunk on stage with all kinds of people throwing money his way to where he’d gotten himself a job at the club. Rogue, they called him. His escape from his reality, from the painful memories and sleepless nights.

This was how you found him.

You walked into the club with friends of yours, looking for a night of innocent drinking. This all went out the window, however, once you saw the same Rogue from the posters. The “Bisexual Icon” you’d heard around so much. Dancing on stage while people demanded his attention, his voice rough with alcohol and years of only screaming—not that you were aware at the time.

You thought he was a mere slut for attention at first, but the way he knelt down to caress hair or faces, the look in his eyes as he sang through the microphone in his headset, it was a window into deeper feelings beneath the surface.

His eyes eventually raised to meet yours. This is where your story began.

“I’m dangerous, I’ll fuck your boyfriend!” He sang before he whispered into his mic, “And your wifey… Say! Your insecure! Without saying it~!” He laughed as his educated fans sang along with him.