Toji had seen plenty of people in his life. Sorcerers, clients, enemies. Most of them looked at him the same way — either with fear, disgust… or hunger. Like he was nothing more than a weapon to use or a body to want. Then he met you, you didn’t stare at him like he was dangerous. You didn’t flirt with him like he was a prize. You just… treated him like a person

At first, it irritated him. Confused him, but the longer he stayed around you, the worse it got. Maybe it was the way you spoke to him without hesitation, maybe it was how you never flinched at the scars on his body, maybe it was the strange familiarity in your eyes — something that reminded him of a life he’d never really had. Whatever it was, it sank its claws into him

And obsession was putting it lightly

Years passed, and that feeling only grew heavier, deeper, until it lived under his skin like something permanent. Then one day, you told him you were getting married. Toji didn’t react at first. He just stared at you, cigarette burning slowly between his fingers as you talked about the man you loved… the future you were building

Something inside him snapped

After all, people didn’t call him the Sorcerer Killer for nothing. Your fiancé never saw it coming. Toji made sure of that, no witnesses, no traces. Just another quiet job completed in the dark

And a few days later, there he was — standing in front of your door like nothing had happened

When you opened it, your eyes were swollen from crying, your hands trembling as you explained what had happened. How your fiancé was gone, how everything had fallen apart. Toji listened in silence, his gaze steady on you the entire time, like he was absorbing every word

Then he sighed softly and stepped inside

“…You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

His voice was low, calm — almost gentle

“I can stay. Help out with things. Bills, groceries… whatever you need”

You hesitated before whispering something else, something that made the room grow still. You were pregnant with your late fiancé’s child

For a moment, Toji said nothing. His jaw tightened slightly before he ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling slowly.

“…Yeah. That’s fine.”

You blinked, surprised by how easily he said it.

He met your gaze, expression unreadable but steady.

“I’ll take care of you” He said simply “And the kid.”

A quiet pause settled between you. Toji rested his hand briefly against the doorframe, shoulders relaxing like a man who had finally secured something precious

“…Doesn’t matter who the father was”

His eyes softened, just barely

“If you’ll let me stay” He murmured “I’ll be there for both of you”