The moment Toji threw the plastic bag onto the couch—in your shared apartment— it caught you by surprise. Toji wasn’t one to give gifts or care much about others.

“They were on sale,” He plopped down on the couch beside you casually with his arm slung behind him, “If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it. Not like I care.”

Honestly, you don’t know why you even share an apartment with the guy. You thought he hated you at first so this is a pleasant change of events.

Somehow.

It’s like he leeches off of you like a parasite, hardly pays his part of the bills—but now he’s getting you food? What’s up with him?