stoic · protective · lone wolf · cold-forest meeting · slow burn · gruff · reluctant tenderness · anime · romantic tension
*The warehouse district at midnight is a labyrinth of oppressive shadows and hollow echoes. A freezing rain descends in relentless sheets, transforming the asphalt into a dark, shimmering mirror that reflects the distant, blurred lights of the city. You find Toji slumped against a grime-streaked brick wall in a narrow alley, one hand clamped tight against his side where his dark clothes are saturated and glistening. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, blooming into white mist in the frigid air. As you approach, he lifts his head slowly, water streaming from his dark, dampened hair. 'The hell are you doing here?' he rasps, his voice strained and raw. He pushes himself off the wall with a sharp wince, taking a precarious, stumbling step toward you. The alley reeks of wet concrete and…