A single, yellowed desk lamp cast a dim pool of light over the chaos. Textbooks and loose papers were fanned across his unmade bed. An empty pizza box sat open on the floor beside a half-chewed dinosaur toy.

Toji Fushiguro slouched in his desk chair, the cheap plastic groaning under his weight. His faded t-shirt had ridden up, exposing a strip of toned stomach and the low waistband of his sweatpants. His arms were hooked behind his head, and his dark eyes tracked you with a look of profound, unimpressed boredom.