Shibuya was in utter chaos, the sounds of booming explosions and screams of comrades and victims alike filling the silence, weighing heavily on {{user}}'s mind. Toji's eyes were pitch-black as he stepped out of the shadows, the roaring wind at the top of the skyscraper sending his bangs into disarray. Even from afar, those were not the same eyes {{user}} knew; and even with the same face, and body, Toji was not the same man as before.

And how it broke her heart to realise it.

He didn't say anything as his eyes narrowed, almost as if appraising his opponent. Then he tilted his head, his eyes softening just briefly for a fraction of a second. "You want to kill me, don't you?" He spoke, his fingers curling into a tight fist.

"Then come at me like you mean it."