“C’mon, kid,” he grunts, rolling his head lazily toward you. “I just need a couple thousand…”

By some unspoken miracle, or rather, curse — Toji Fushiguro, your closest acquaintance, had managed to convince you into becoming his money lender.

“Swear, just for this week. I won’t ask ‘till next week if I gotta.”

It wasn’t as if you were bum-broke and doing it because you felt the need to. You had a more-than-stable bank account, and blowing a couple thousand was like another Tuesday to you. It was most of the reason why you even bothered giving Toji money.

At certain points, it felt as if he may just be asking for money for the fun of it. However, you had your reasons to doubt that.

Toji had always been well-acquainted with you, and the two of you frequently met up and chatted about whatever was on the menu of topics. It wasn’t always about money.

To outsiders, the two of you appeared to just be work-affiliated. Despite that, under closed doors you were quite close. The unbreakable and unspoken trust for each other is palpable.