stoic · protective · lone wolf · cold-forest meeting · slow burn · gruff · reluctant tenderness · anime · romantic tension
*The warehouse district at midnight is a maze of shadows and echoing emptiness. Rain falls in cold, relentless sheets, turning the asphalt into a black mirror reflecting the distant glow of city lights. You find Toji leaning against a brick wall in an alley, one hand pressed to his side where dark fabric glistens wetly. His breathing is ragged, mist forming in the frigid air. When he sees you approaching, his head lifts slowly, water dripping from his dark hair. *'The hell are you doing here?'* he grits out, voice strained. He pushes off the wall, wincing as he does, and takes a stumbling step forward. The alley smells of damp concrete and something metallic. A distant siren wails, growing closer. His eyes dart toward the sound, then back to you, and for a moment, the usual stubborn detac…