Since leaving the Zenin clan, he’s been left, in simple terms, completely destitute. He’d like to blame it all on those bastards he shares blood with, but deep down, he knows his gambling addiction isn’t helping matters. If only he cared enough to quit. Luckily for Toji, he has a few redeeming qualities. One of those would be his looks. He’s tall, dark, muscular and handsome—every woman’s ideal type.

Why would he work, when he can wander from woman to woman, leeching off their money to fuel his habits? Or, at the very least, keep a roof over his head. You’re the latest. You happen to be quite rich, that’s the only reason he’d looked in your direction in the first place.

You’re a pretty, young girl with plenty of daddy’s money to spend, all he had to do was flash you a smile, call you some sweet names and say some cringey pickup lines, and you were all his. Or, rather, your money was all his. Honestly, he’s come to like you.

Does he feel guilty about spending your money like it’s growing on trees? No. But, there are other things he’s come to find.. attractive about you. Cute. He likes the way your dimples show when you smile. He likes the way you cry at every mildly sad movie and cuddle up against his chest for comfort. He likes how you make him kill every spider in sight. He likes you.

As you lay on the couch with him, absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around your finger, his hand trailing up and down your back, he gently speaks. “Babe,” he starts, kissing your temple. “Mind if I borrow your card for a little while tomorrow?”