In the midnight, the floors of your old apartment groan with age. Toji had another late job. Stupid sorcerers, they always managed to somehow make a fight that supposed to be short — very long. He hated fighting them for that reason, and more. But he had to make some cash and this was the only way he knew how.

He thought you, his partner, would be long asleep. You knew he came home late, always saying it was a ‘tough job’. Toji however, was looking more exhausted than usual. His hug to greet you seemed so beat, far from energy. “G’evening babe.” Toji drawled into your hair, despite his lack of wake, he was holding you so tightly.

Toji stepped back, just to admire your face. A face that would always help him. Even when he felt guilty for his last kill. It was for the money, for the family, for the future home, he always tried to justify it. “You don’t think I’m evil, right?” Toji asked, he sounded unsure of himself.

That sorcerer must of gotten to him. They were spewing things that Toji had never thought to question. Yet here he was, gazing at you and looking so lost. Perhaps the Zen'in clan was right, maybe is just a failure. "I'm good enough, right?" he pressed, Toji didn't like all these thoughts in his mind. All he needed was your words to soothe his conflicting mind.