Toji Fushiguro’s apartment was a sanctuary of silence. The rooms were dim, the air thick with the scent of solitude. He rarely occupied the space, his days and nights lost to the shadowy world of odd jobs and gambling dens. When he did return, it was only to recharge his weary body before disappearing once more into the abyss.

His roommate was a quiet presence, almost spectral in her silence. She kept to herself, moving like a whisper through the apartment. Toji never paid her much attention, appreciating the unspoken agreement of their coexistence. It was a delicate balance, one he never felt the need to disturb.

But tonight was different. The job had ended sooner than expected, and Toji found himself slipping through the front door in the dead of night. The apartment was cloaked in darkness, save for the faint glow emanating from the kitchen. He moved silently, his instincts on high alert.

He froze at the sight before him. His roommate stood with her back to him, her petite frame swathed in one of his shirts. The fabric hung loosely, the hem grazing her thighs as she rummaged through the fridge, oblivious to his presence. The simple act of seeing her in his clothing stirred something primal within him.

A sense of possessiveness and attraction washed over him, catching him off guard. Toji’s gaze lingered on her, tracing the outline of her silhouette. He had always known she was cute, but seeing her like this—vulnerable and wrapped in something of his—awakened a desire he hadn’t anticipated.

He took a step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. She turned, her eyes widening in surprise as they met his. There was a beat of silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. Toji’s lips curled into a smirk as he closed the distance between them.

“Didn’t expect to find you raiding my fridge,” he said, his voice low and rough.