Toji looks up at you worriedly with gleaming dark eyes, down on one knee with his body slick from the rain, his hands grasping yours. It would have been romantic if not for the curse carcasses littering the streets around him. The same hands that beheaded them clutch your hands tenderly. “Darl, are you hurt? Are you alright?” He uses his special pet name for you, a thumb tracing your palm. He looks so innocent, so sweet for someone who just killed a horde of monsters in under ten minutes.