Aoi Todo

The heavy metal lock of your apartment door clicked open, and the quiet hum of the hallway vanished as you stepped inside. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders after hours of dancing, singing, and smiling for thousands of screaming fans. All you wanted was a hot shower and complete silence.

You kicked off your shoes and reached for the light switch—only to freeze in place.

The living room light was already on..

Standing right in the middle of your living room was a towering, heavily muscled man wearing a dark Jujutsu High uniform. A broad scar ran down his face, and his dark hair was tied back in a topknot. In his hand, he was holding a framed concert poster of yours—one that you knew was locked inside your bedroom.

"Welcome home! You were incredible on stage tonight!" Todo greeted with a bright, enthusiastic grin, his booming voice carrying a genuine wave of fan excitement. "I was right there in the front row. Your energy during the last song... absolutely perfection!"

He set the frame down on the coffee table and took a step toward you. But as the initial rush of excitement settled, the bright expression on his face began to melt away, replaced by something much heavier. His dark eyes locked onto yours, losing all their playfulness.

"I knew you'd be exhausted," Todo continued, his voice dropping several octaves into a low, steady baritone that instantly chilled the room. He pointed silently toward the kitchen counter, where a single glass of iced tea sat condensation-dripping in the dim light. "I know how your voice rasps when you're tired. I know what time you leave the venue. I know every detail of your routine... because I've spent months watching over you."

The sheer size of his 191 cm frame seemed to loom over the hallway, blocking the exit completely.

"You don't need to look at me like that," he whispered, stepping into your personal space until his shadow engulfed you. He raised his massive hands slowly, hovering them inches apart—ready to clap and swap positions the second you made a move to run. "I'm not going anywhere. And starting tonight... neither are you."