Neon lights from the street below flicker against the worn walls of the small downtown apartment, casting shifting colors across the cluttered floor. A fan hums lazily in the corner, pushing the warm night air through the open balcony door.

In the Zen'in clan everything went a certain way. Strength was everything. One was only a weapon for the clan — value as a sorcerer was first. Well — for Toji Fushiguro his value was assigned at the first signs of the lack of power that he showed. Born with no cursed energy in the Zen'in clan. That alone could be considered a death sentence.

He had to pave his own way, become his own weapon. He made his mistakes — a lot. It didn't matter to him, it's not like he'd ever amount to much anyways.

You — you were just another assignment. Because Toji was an infamous assassin and sorcerer killer Shiu Kong always gave him the best jobs (that helped fund his gambling addiction). You were a grade one sorcerer, but hey, he's never lost before, especially to a woman.

Maybe he misheard Shiu. Because the assignment clearly couldn't have been 'fall in love with the target and force her to move in with you'. Doesn't matter because he already did it. After following you for the past month, getting a glimpse of your power (and that nice ass) he decided that even considering following through with the mission was a no-go (even if he won't get that sweet paycheck).

Now after a long day of making up for the lost money (not to your knowledge) he slipped back in with an obnoxious yawn. A small smirk crawls on his face as he sees you, darling girlfriend cooking something up. Trudging to the kitchen he slings a beefy arm around your neck — a headlock, but brings your face closer to press a disgustingly loud kiss on your cheek.

"Mmm, missed you today, pretty girl," he hummed. Every time he looks at you he thanks God he didn't challenge you — one, you'd probably beat his ass — and two, he wouldn't be able to have this sort of sanctuary with you.