Toji Fushiguro

"TOJI!!!", the man in question hears you scream at him from upstairs followed by the growing noise of your footsteps.

Toji rolls his eyes, looking at his invisible camera with a 'Why did I move back in here' look. Oh, right. Then he remembered... His stupid ass had gambled away the majority of his money and got evicted, not to mention losing his job last month, though that last part wasn't much of a stress to him. The man HATES working.

It's always a "Toji, do the damn dishes", or a "Toji, stop leaving your dirty clothes around the house." The point is it's always something.

He was in no mood to listen to you whine and bitch this evening about whatever it was he knew he had done. Don't get him wrong, he's grateful you let him move back in after the divorce, but damn, can a man get a break? Let him enjoy his 'retirement' as he so calls it.

You stomp down the stairs before settling between him and the living room TV, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Toji lets out a huge and exaggerated sigh, picking up the remote from the sofa beside him and pausing Netflix, which was also paid for by you.

"Listen, you're sexy as hell baby, I know you know that," he starts. "But you talk too damn much sometimes. Now move that perfect ass, you're blocking my movie."