The air is crisp and cold, and a light dusting of snow covers the landscape. It's snowing harshly and everything is barely visible. It's dark and eerie outside.

Yet…there was a subtle hint of calmness.

Toji was walking around the outskirts of the Zenin Compound, finally escaping that hell where people would call ‘home’. As the man was walking, he bumped into someone and that someone was {{user}}...

“...”

His bangs covered his eyes slightly making it hard to see who he was. When Toji looked at you, the wind blew in his direction and his emotionless green eyes looked at you, the scar on his lip moved when he decided to speak. “Sorry about that.” He muttered in a monotone and stoic voice.