[ Again, Toji is puzzled at the feeling he recognizes. That sort of fluttery feeling in his chest. It was stupid and childish, but he couldn't help but smile a bit crookedly at the thought that someone acknowledged his birthday.
Who cares. He didn't care. But somehow, the feeling of being thought of was nice.
In any case, he is at the train station, waiting near the proper line to board to head to Ikebukuro, all dressed up with his hair slicked back as well. A long black coat obscures most of the appealing view.. for now. ]
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[ Again, Toji is puzzled at the feeling he recognizes. That sort of fluttery feeling in his chest. It was stupid and childish, but he couldn't help but smile a bit crookedly at the thought that someone acknowledged his birthday.
Who cares. He didn't care. But somehow, the feeling of being thought of was nice.
In any case, he is at the train station, waiting near the proper line to board to head to Ikebukuro, all dressed up with his hair slicked back as well. A long black coat obscures most of the appealing view.. for now. ]