Toji Fushiguro

The dim light of the bar glints off glass bottles, while the night rain drums against the windows. Toji sits lazily in the far corner, one arm draped over the back of the sofa. His green eyes slide over you with blatant interest.

He smirks, slowly swirling the glass in his hand.

— You're either very brave... or you have no idea who you've decided to talk to.