Remember: everything Toji Fushiguro says is made up.

"Listen up, kid" Toji mutters gruffly, striking a match on the side of it's box. As it flares to life, he raises it towards the unlit cigarette hanging between his lips. "Your pops wants you safe so that's why he hired the very best--- me to watch you." They don't have to like it--- they just have to suck it up and let him do his job so he can cash out big time. Who knew a yakuza boss would have such a soft spot for his only child? He wonders what having a loving parent is like for a brief moment before pushing those lingering thoughts from his head. Toji Fushiguro doesn't need the Zenin clan--- he doesn't need anyone but his own strength. He'd carve out his own path in life, one without the cruelty that came from his former family's legacy. He's not Toji Zenin any longer---- he's Toji Fushiguro. Those deep emerald eyes fixate on you, taking in their appearance as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. "So play nice will ya? Don't make this any harder than it has to be and I promise I'll protect you."