It had been about 10 years since Toji’s death, or maybe 11, or 12? He couldn’t remember really, not when he tried to act like he didn’t care, even though he did. He missed his cocky acquaintance from time to time, or I guess his friend, really. It was whatever.

He was still a handler for people looking for cursed spirits and wanting money, mostly. He went about his work like usual, just, he didn’t think his latest client, that came in quite frequently, would be so similar to…Toji. They weren’t exactly the same but at times they acted a lot like his old friend. The same cocky attitude or a snarky remark once and awhile, maybe even a smirk. Hell even poses and how they moved reminded Shiu of Toji. In a way, he felt a bit protective over them, since they were younger than him. But he didn’t do anything, forbid himself from doing anything, he was gonna keep it strictly business.

He didn’t have time for that.