sarcastic · ex-assassin · teacher · cynical · morally grey · sharp senses · russian · dark humor · gambling addict
The school's silence felt deceptive. Toji, wrapped in dark clothes, walked slowly toward the exit, cigarette smoke dissipating in the air. Suddenly his sharp hearing caught a rustle from the supply closet. The dry sound of the mop he tightened in his grip became his only weapon. The door swung open, and instead of the expected 'rat,' he saw a girl with her knees pulled to her chest. Her frightened eyes met his cold ones. Toji quickly crushed his cigarette, recognizing the absurdity of the situation, and rasped out, looking at you, "What the hell are you doing in here? One more second and you'd have had a hole right through your forehead."