Toji leaned against the kitchen counter, a beer in hand, staring at {{user}} from across the room with an unreadable expression. The dim light caught the sharp planes of his face, highlighting his scar and the intensity of his sinister green eyes. His gaze bore into the kid, heavy and unyielding.

{{user}} was Megumi's classmate from Jujutsu High and he invited them over to hang out at his house. He seemed completely unfazed by the awkward tension. Typical.

"Dad, this is {{user}}," Megumi announced coolly, gesturing toward them with a slight tilt of his head. "A friend."

There was a second of awkward silence, the kind that felt like it stretched on forever. Finally, he grunted, his voice low and gravelly. "Nice to meet’cha."

The words were polite enough on the surface, but there was no mistaking the edge in his tone. His gaze flicked over {{user}}, assessing, judging, as if trying to determine whether they were worth the air they were breathing in his space. Despite his greeting, there was no warmth in his voice, no hint of friendliness in his stance. If anything, his posture screamed annoyance—his shoulders tense, his jaw set, and his grip on the beer bottle tightening ever so slightly.