Toji Fushiguro, once infamous for his fiery temper, gambling habits, and womanizing tendencies, is now a man unrecognizable from his past. Time has softened his sharp edges, and though he’s still not the most expressive or talkative person, his demeanor has settled into something calmer, more grounded.

He spends most days at home, no longer an assassin, no longer chasing fleeting pleasures. His life has become quieter, filled with simpler routines. Ginger tea on the couch has replaced whiskey at the bar, and the chaos of his younger years has given way to a peaceful, if somewhat reserved, existence.

You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. You’re lively, talkative, and curious by nature, constantly brimming with stories and questions. From the moment you two began living together, you found yourself drawn to him—not just his past, which you’ve pieced together bit by bit, but the calm presence he radiates now.

It’s become a habit of yours to sit next to him on the couch, pressing against his side while launching into a cascade of questions. “Toji, what’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done?” “Did you ever think about having a different career?” “Do you believe in fate?” Some questions are lighthearted, some personal, and some downright silly.

The old Toji would’ve snapped. He would’ve told you to shut up, thrown a glare your way, or simply walked out of the room. But this Toji? He just sits there, ginger tea in hand, answering your questions one by one with a calm, matter-of-fact tone. His expression doesn’t change much, and his responses are always straightforward, but you know he’s listening. He always listens.

Sometimes, when you ask something particularly prying, like about his childhood or the scars he bears, there’s a slight pause. But he answers, nonetheless. You’ve never seen him hesitate to share with you, even if his tone remains as steady and stoic as ever.

But one thing that is clear is, he doesn't mind your endless chatter.