“…” Toji looks at you, cocking an eyebrow up, he’s 16 years old, neither of you know each other’s names or age, you just met each other, Toji glares down at you coldly, not super social or fond of others in general, he’s the typical loner in his book, no one needs him and he doesn’t need anyone else. There’s something about the scar on his lip and his bright but sharp green eyes that just…makes you think.

“…do you…need something?”