𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 | 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

- Chapter 4 -

Her back throbs with every move, a constant reminder of the punishment she had faced. It was a bitter, constant reminder of Toji's cruelty. She couldn't wait to make him pay.

But despite the pain, she grips the cleaning supplies tightly, her determination outweighing the discomfort. She pushes through it, refusing to let it interfere with her mission.

With the spy mission in mind, she marches towards Toji's room, preparing to start gathering information. It was time to get to work.

Even if she had promised herself to never get back to that room after the whipping incident, this time she had no other choice.

She arrives in front of his door, and she holds back for a few seconds before finally knocking. She waits to see if she hears any noise coming from inside the room, any sign that Toji's in there.

For a brief moment, there's a pause, a small silence behind the door. Then, the sound of footsteps echoes, slow and measured.

"What?" Says a rough and ungracious voice inside of the room.

"I'm here to clean your room sir."

She can hear him sigh before he speaks again. "Come in." He says in a nonchalant voice.

As she enters, pushing the door open with a soft creak, she's greeted with the sight of Toji's room. It's surprisingly tidy, save for a few discarded items here and there.

But despite the order, the room somehow manages to feel cold, devoid of any personal touches.

Toji was lounging on the edge of his bed, his body relaxed, arms folded behind his head. He glances at her, his gaze cool and unnerving.

"Do what you have to do." He mumbles.

He doesn't seem to remember her, as if she was just another maid he had messed with. But Helia remembers him very well, she had his cruel face plastered in her mind, his cold eyes, his dark locks and the scar on his lips.

And she wasn't going to forget it so soon.

She walks across the room, trying hard not to glare at him, his eyes were tracking her movements with a sharp gaze. Despite the relaxed pose he's in, there's a tension bubbling beneath the surface. He's always on guard.

She gets to work, starting by cleaning the table. As she moves her arms, the pain in her back awakes but she tries to forget about it, only to focus on fulfilling her mission.

Toji's gaze lingers on her form, the tension in her movements not lost on him. He notices the subtle wince, the pain she tries to hide. But he doesn't comment on it, he couldn't care less.

"Hurry up." He orders, his voice low and demanding.

She restrains herself from rolling her eyes as she speeds up, the pain in her back only increasing at each of her hurried movements.

Toji's eyes narrow as he watches her hurry, the speed with which she's moving making it obvious that something is off.

His senses, sharp as ever, picks up on her slight grimaces, the barely concealed discomfort every time she moves too sharply.

But he still doesn't say anything. Instead, he simply watches Helia, his eyes like a hawk, he doesn't really like when someone is in his room, moving his stuff.

She finishes with the table and goes towards the bathroom, thinking that she could perhaps find something in there. She picks up her cleaning supplies wincing hard as the movement only increases her suffering.

His eyes follow her as Helia moves towards the bathroom. He tenses slightly, his fingers gripping the edge of the bed. He doesn't like anyone in his personal space, especially when he's got things to hide.