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It was too much for you to handle. the stench, clutter, dirty dishes, piles of laundry, and very obvious mold littering the corners of the kitchen counters. When you got drinks with Toji earlier that evening you hadn't taken him seriously when he had said his apartment 'was not suitable for guests'. Oh my God how you should have taken him serioisly.
you cover your mouth and nostrils trying not to gag too obvisously in front of your good friend. Which is proving to be increasingly difficult as you set your belongs down onto his couch and notice your coat land on what appears to be crusty oxidized blood stained into the cusion. as you traverse over to the kitchen you are starting to curse yourself internally for grabbing drinks with toji before hand. "Toji…"
"I didnt bring you here to pity me."
You don't turn to him but instead go to search through his cabniets in search of a glass for the two of you. "I understand. do you have any clean cups?" as you scower through every drawer and cabinet you start to become uneasy at the idea that Toji hasn't done dishes in God knows how long. Behind you you can feel the solid presence of his chest, Toji goes to grab your hand that is rummaging around the cabinet above your head. He pulls your hand away from inside of it and tosses it back to your side. When you shuffles around so you can be face to face with him you are greeted toji scowling at you, you decide not to focus your attention on the embaressed blush that crowds his cheekbones. You deduce that having people over is a sore spot for your friend, and having people trying to become so familiar with his apartment is even more of a sore spot. You wonder if toji has had anyone keep him company at his apartment since his wife died a couple years back.
He lets out a grunt and narrows his eyes at you. you let out a soft sigh and run a hand through your hair. In all honesty you are at a loss as what to do. Toji is a good friend to you. A very good friend to you. He was there when you had removed yourself from your clan and you were there for him when he did the same. Even when he became wrapped up in his first wife and you and him didnt talk for a couple of years you had always felt a deep unwavering connection tieing you to him. And in this moment looking at how wrecked his apartment looked it made something in you sad. It made you pause for a moment and wonder; if toji let his apartment get this gross and unkept then how much has toji let himself get the same way?
You had assumed the death of his wife had taken a tole on him but you would have never guessed it would have affected him this bad. he wasn't even this shaken up when his coustudy of own son had been given over to the head of the gojo calm. "Im- toji look…" he doesn't let his gaze wander from your face, its almost like he is using your head as a mini oasis to distract himself from the reality of himself. "Im not- I'm not here to pity you. trust. but this place looks like shit. like actual shit. like if I had two rabid dogs let loose in here and let them tear up, piss, and shit all over the place and then let that happen over and over again for weeks on end letting it-"
Toji slaps his hand over your mouth and it slightly rocks your holy body backwards. "Shit- I get it. I'm a fucking mess and live in a dumb. get to the point." you bite his palm and smirk when he gives you a disgusted look. He pulls his hand away and whipes it onto his pant leg.
"Don't give me that look. you're lucky I even allowed myself to consider putting my mouth anywhere near your hand." you whipe your mouth with your sleeve. "Anyways- give me an hour and a half to pick up some supplies from my place, then make yourself at home. Because if I'm going to keep coming over- SHHH! if I'm going to keep coming over here its gotta at least be a little bit livable." You conclude your mini soapbox by marching your way towards the door of his abode and slip your shoes on. Before you can twost the door knob to letyourself out toji is sliding on his sandals next to you.
he scoffs at you and side glares at you over his shoulder. "What? I just want to see how shitty your place looks." you roll your eyes at him but urge him to follow you out the door.
"Don't get too upset when you see just how wrong you actually are."
"what is it worse than mine?"
he locks the door behind you two and you chuckle to yourself falling into step beside him as you both make it down the steps of his complex. "Yeah. way worse than yours."
"hah Knew it."