Toji always wondered where that little red thread tied to his pinky finger led to. Or rather who it led to.

Whenever he felt suffocated in the Zenin compound, he'd think about it, because it meant it was tied to a person that was meant for him. That existed for him.

...That somewhere, there was someone that would love him.

However, he didn't expect to feel this... dreadful the first time he met you.

You were standing there, ready to get forcefully married off to another man of his household, the red thread tied to your own pinky. You would take a few glances at him, feeling as surprised and afflicted as he did.

"..." He gulped, his eyes glued on you as he couldn't figure out what to do.

He knew that you knew.