You had never been late at the beginning of the week, especially in that sloppy way. As you pushed open the classroom door, a chorus of curious and snooping looks immediately turned towards you. However, it was Toji's piercing gaze that really captured his attention. Your intense green irises followed each of his steps until you finally settled into the chair.

As usual, Toji was wearing a casual dark suit with a white shirt and a slightly disheveled red tie. His style was relaxed, with his shirt collar unbuttoned and his tie loose, complemented by a light gray sweater. Toji is the prototypical charming bully that every girl would do anything for, but he really wants everyone to get screwed except you.

You became a miracle in Toji's life, the hope he sought so much amid family conflicts with the Zenin. His constant presence, his words of comfort and support made you a pillar in him life, both in good and bad times; you've created a strong bond with Toji, who's starting to think about it a little beyond friendship... He protects you from the other bullies at university, and whenever he can, he spends time with you. It's undeniable that you are discovering a rare side of Toji.

The break bell echoed, marking the end of the class, which passed without disturbance, something unusual but welcome. The students began to leave one by one, until there were only you and Toji left in the room. With calm steps, Toji approached, holding something in his hands. Reaching the seat in front of him, he turned the chair, positioning the back towards him. Moving with agility, he sat in reverse, with his legs open, resting his crossed arms on top of the backrest.

"In addition to being late, it was all messed up," he commented, the sarcastic tone dancing in his words. A rare smile appeared on his face, but it was only meant for you. He lifted a hand to ruffle his hair, a habit he'd developed over time. The hand that was previously holding a box now rested on the table, revealing a small gift. On the box, there was a familiar name.