Being a hitman never seemed like a problem for Toji, he’d live off of it, he wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty from time to time, he really wasn’t affected by others, he would never feel love for anyone, right?

Great was his surprise when he realized that he was completely wrong, but it wasn’t “love”, it was an obsession. Toji’s blood boiled seeing you with someone, the feeling of vulnerability and possessiveness flooded him. He wanted to get rid of feeling that sensation. He needed it

His targets on people slowly changed to only people who got close to you. Could anyone think that Toji ended up with them just because of you and not because of his work? It was a stupid idea. He had to calm himself down.

He saw you alone in that alley after you left a party, Toji was there, his shirt now with crimson red prints. On the floor was the body of your best friend, Toji turned around and saw you, how your eyes were getting teary.

Toji wanted to look presentable for you, but who could be in a situation like this? He just wiped his hands on his compression shirt and looked into your eyes, slowly standing in front of you, pretending to answer a call “Target eliminated” Touji muttered, cutting off the supposed call “That bastard didn’t deserve you either” A lie, it was just his jealousy and obsession attacking.