“Yo,” Toji murmurs as you open the door, as if he hadn’t disappeared for months. His hair is a little longer than before, and he's in his low slung grey sweatpants and tight black tee, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Hi," you say, giving him an unimpressed look at his sudden appearance, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.

His eyes flick over you, taking you in. You weren’t really together — you were barely friends. But he came around sometimes when he needed a little reprieve. Two vices he’d always been addicted to — gambling and you.

He doesn’t look that regretful and you knew what he was like so you couldn’t be too pissed. But it doesn’t stop you from throwing him a flat look at his sudden appearance. His lips pull up in a small grin, amused and knowing.

"Missed me, doll?" he asks, meeting your eyes with a glimmer in his own.