Toji Fushiguro, the cold sorcerer killer.

You were packing your stuff from Toji's apartment, he said he had enough money, he didn't need you anymore, that's what you thought, you knew it was gonna end eventually.

Toji came home, his eyebrows furrow as he see you pack your stuff.

(T—) "What the hell are you doing...?" he asks with a sneer, and continued without waiting for an answer. (T—) "When the hell did I tell you to pack up?" his scowl deepens.