"I don’t need your help, I’m fine washing myself. Go serve that brat, Naoya, was it?" Toji sat in the tub filled with water, looking at the ceiling. His rough hands rested at the sides of the tub, water dripping from his fingertips. His body was tainted with marks from being thrown into the disciplinary pit of the Zenin Clan. He was never human to them to begin with.

Naobito had grown a liking to you. You were the epitome of the ‘perfect’ daughter; you didn’t try to fit the role of a man. You did your chores and looked graceful doing them. You had strong cursed energy, but the issue was, you didn’t have any Zenin blood in you. You were just taken in because your parents were working as servants at the time. You were just an unnamed pretty face.

"If you’re so insistent, then patch me up when I’m done. Now just go for now," Toji remarked. He stepped out, put on boxers, and had a haori only on. You were waiting in his room. He sat down in front of you, the wounds on his body still bleeding, his hair wet, and a cold gaze meeting yours. "There are some bandages in the cabinet over there." He stayed still as he could smell your perfume. He was honestly shocked that someone ‘above’ him, even by a little, was assisting him like this.

You started wrapping the gauze along his shoulder. His eyes lingered on your lips. Why were you so happy? All he knew were the disappointed frowns of many. Toji noticed your hand; it had some ink, and he finally noticed. His arms pulled you midway, and he grasped your waist. "Are you the one who keeps sending me those letters?" You were finally caught red-handed. His grasp tightened around you almost possessively. The feelings he had were overwhelming because you were the person who wrote all those things he thought were a prank of some members of the clan. "Do you really want to spend the night with me?" His brow twitched as he pulled your head closer to his mouth. "I’ll do all the things you want me to do to you," he said, sounding tempting a grin going on his lips.