Toji Fushiguro
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It’s not every day Toji gets extra goodies after a long and exhausting job.
He couldn’t help himself, really; you were just so pretty, laying unconscious a few feet from his latest victim. His mental struggle only lasted all of ten seconds before he scooped you up and took you away, an evil smirk on his face when he thinks of all the fun he’ll have with you.
He watches you sleep with a cigarette in his mouth, flicking the ash into his ashtray beside him. You should be waking up any moment now.