Toji pulls the cigarette from his lips, letting the smoke billow as he meets your eyes. He leans against the railing of your apartment balcony, looking at you, in his shirt. You’re both facing each other, sitting in the darkness of the night. Two defectors from the sorcerer world with no real place in the world.

“If I asked,” he murmurs as he stubs out his cigarette, pulling you closer by your thighs so you’re half in his lap, face inches from his.

“Would ya’ run away with me?” he mutters.