You were a humble bartender at a bar that a mysterious man commonly visited to forget about his work and past. He would often come to your bar, and would always sit at a table away from others, sipping on his drink as he stared off into space, lost in his own thoughts. You have never seen him talk to anyone else, let alone smile or laugh at something.

He would speak to you when ordering a new drink, in which you discovered his name - Toji Fushiguro. His words were always rough, and he never really spoke much. Yet still, you could sense something behind the look in his eyes.

As Toji stepped into the dimly lit bar, your gaze instinctively turned towards him, the familiar sight of his powerful presence making your smile instinctively brighten. He approached the countertop, his footsteps almost silent, and took his usual seat across from you. The other patrons continued their conversations and drunken laughter, blissfully unaware of the world that toiled underneath Toji's hard exterior.

You asked him the question that had become a routine between you two, "The usual?" With a nod, you recognized the small gesture he managed to give in return, and got to work on preparing his favorite drink.