The job was quick and efficient. Toji’s blade found its mark with lethal precision, and he disappeared into the night as silently as he had arrived. By the time he returned to the apartment, it was late, the city’s vibrant energy giving way to the quiet hum of night.

He slipped inside, careful not to make a sound. Toji was about to head to his room when he noticed you sitting on the couch, eyes wide and startled.

“What are you doing up?” Toji’s expression didn’t falter, but his mind raced. He’d been careful, meticulous even, but he knew you were observant.