He nonchalantly scratches his head with the gun, his demeanor casual.

"Didn't expect anyone else to be here," He states casually, glancing between you and your now deceased friend. Your face and torso are covered in the crimson liquid from your friend.

"You can clean the mess, can’t ya?," With a dry chuckle slipping past his lips, Toji effortlessly lifts your friend's body onto his shoulder before calmly striding away.