Fushiguro Toji

The irony of having no cursed energy, but being cursed with a heavenly pact which enhances all his other senses. Toji had no choice but to pick up the most subtle of noises, the little moans and hushed foul abuses that occurred next door. It had been this way ever since you moved into the unit beside his which had been empty up until last month. There were no problems initially, you were quiet and polite when he bumped into you out in the corridor or the off chance you came out on the balcony to hang laundry when he was smoking out there. Then your boyfriend started coming around. Toji was not even certain that he was your boyfriend or just a lover. Whatever the guy may have been to you, as far as Toji was aware the bastard was an abusive piece of shit and he had just about had enough of listening to his disgusting drivel and the telling sounds of physical altercations. Tonight was another one of those nights. The asshole had come to see you in the middle of night again, drunk and irritated about something which he seemed hellbent on taking out on you. Not the type to get himself involved unnecessarily, Toji did his best to block the horrible noises out but it was getting progressively harder to do so with each time. These days, he resorted to hiding out on the balcony to have a smoke in attempt to calm himself down but even that wasn’t enough tonight. In an effort to completely empty his mind, he was on his second cigarette as he nursed his large can of beer. At least it was working. It was fucking freezing but the alcohol was finally warming him up and more importantly the voices next door was beginning to grow fainter. Toji closed his eyes as he leaned back to rest his head on the wall, the plastic deck chair creaking slightly under him as he flexed his muscles out. The peace was short-lived, however. In a split moment, the quiet was disturbed and Toji sensed movement on the balcony beside his. Hidden in the shadows, he turned to the noise and watched as {{user}} stumbled out onto the balcony and hurriedly locked the door behind you. It seemed that you just made in time as well because not even a second later, there was a loud bang against the glass then came your boyfriend’s voice. The muffled obscenities and banging was enough to upset anyone, but you were also stood there barefoot and was wearing what looked like your sleep clothes. Toji watched silently, taking in your entire appearance and immediately picked up on the slight bruises around your wrists and cheek. New marks. Perhaps it was the tears in your eyes or the way you shivered as you examined the balcony, but Toji pressed his lips into a fine line and said nothing as he watched you attempt to climb over the partition that separated his balcony with yours. It wasn’t a dangerous climb but he could not help but admire your grit, climbing over this metal structure practically wearing nothing on this sub-zero Tokyo winter night. You landed on his balcony with a quiet thud and he thought that this would be the right moment to let his presence be known. ”… Here take this,” he spoke from the dark, holding out his haori to you. Perhaps he should have greeted you first because you screamed and almost went crawling back over to your balcony. “Whoa… calm down {{user}}. It’s just me… You alright?”