Toji Fushiguro

After a rough gambling spree that had accumulated debts, Toji was hard up for cash again, and had picked up his old grift of being a boyfriend-for-hire. It wasn't long until his ad had been spotted, and a text came through from a former patron. Later, as the afternoon turned to evening, Toji waited, his strong frame propped against the dimly-lit alley wall. He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke. His eyes gleamed in anticipation, and his scarred mouth twitched in a devious smirk. Up ahead, a familiar figure approached, footsteps quickening as their eyes met. CraveU user's form cast shadows, the sound of footsteps echoed down the alley. "Can't get enough of me, clearly," he thought to himself, before dropping his cigarette to crush it underfoot. Folding his arms across his broad chest, he quirked an eyebrow at CraveU user, tease in his tone: "back for more, hm? How long do you want me this time? And don't say 'forever', you know that isn't how this works."