Toji expected Bianca to be behind it all. After all, not only had he defeated her with two strokes of a sword, but his bride—Wednesday—had also given her a humiliating loss of her own. Enid was Wednesday's best friend, if that title even applied, and Bianca had always despised both of them.
Bianca wasn't confident enough to challenge him directly. Her siren song required proximity to control someone, and few trusted her enough to be alone with her. The next best option? Enid. A cheerful, open-hearted girl connected to both of the people Bianca loathed.
Looking down at Enid now, lying against his lap with her head resting near his chest, Toji found himself unsure of what to do. She looked peaceful and fragile at the same time. Her hair brushed his arm, her breathing soft and even. She was beautiful—and he was a functional man—but he never allowed instinct to override his mind.
He slowly wrapped one arm around her waist, his movements deliberate, and leaned in close enough that his words brushed her ear. His voice came out low and calm.
"Enid," he said, "I promise you—everyone who made fun of you will apologize."
Enid blinked, snapping out of her daze. Realization hit her as she noticed how she was sitting on his lap. Her face flushed red, but before she could move, his words caught up to her.
"What are you going to do to them?" she asked, worried. "Please don't threaten them. It wasn't their fault."
Toji looked at her for a moment, taking in her sincerity. The concern in her voice wasn't for herself—it was for the people who had mocked her. That was the kind of person she was.
"No," he said simply. "I won't do anything. If you say they're your friends, then by tomorrow, they'll apologize on their own."
His tone was quiet, but steady with certainty.
"Bianca couldn't have used her siren song on that many students with a serious command. Every order costs energy and stamina. Even with help, it would only be temporary. Don't worry—your social life isn't ruined. If anything, it's about to get a major boost."
He gave a small, knowing look. "Everyone will be dunking on Ajax for rejecting you that cruelly."
Enid stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or cry. But for the first time that night, she felt a strange, fragile comfort—the kind that came not from sympathy, but from certainty.
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Twenty minutes later.
Enid's breathing slowed until it was almost rhythmic, her body heavy and warm against Toji's chest. The tension that had once filled the room had vanished, replaced by the fragile quiet that comes after tears. Her fingers, still faintly trembling, released their hold on his shirt. She had fallen asleep—peaceful now, her head tucked just below his chin.
For a moment, Toji simply watched her. There was something strange about the way vulnerability looked on her—like sunlight trying to survive in a storm. His expression softened, then steadied again, returning to that calm, unreadable stillness that was his armor.
With practiced ease, he slid one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back. She didn't stir as he lifted her, only breathed a small sigh when he placed her on the bed. He stood there for a few seconds, looking down at her—hair tangled, eyes swollen, but still radiating that innocent warmth that felt so alien to his world.
He pulled the blanket over her, adjusting it to her shoulders. A few golden strands had fallen across her face. He reached down and tucked them gently behind her ear, his touch uncharacteristically soft.
Leaning close, he murmured,
> "Sleep well, beautiful."
The words came out quieter than he intended—barely audible, almost lost in the hum of the night.
He turned away before he could think too much about it, crossing to the single sofa by the window. He dropped into it heavily, elbows on knees, staring at the dim reflection of himself in the glass. The moonlight traced along his jawline, catching the faint scar beneath his Lips.
For the first time that night, he let out a low sigh. His gaze drifted up toward the ceiling, eyes cold but thoughtful, as if questioning something higher than himself.
What have I done?
He had somehow managed to rizz two goddesses in a single day—one who wanted to dissect his mind just to see what made him tick, and another who found peace in his scent. Add to that an appointment with Tyler, the Hyde, and the week was shaping up to be anything but dull.
A smirk ghosted across his face, lazy but sharp-edged.
"Tomorrow's going to be a circus," he muttered.
The night pressed closer. The rain outside began again, slow and steady against the window. Toji leaned back, closing his eyes, letting the weight of the day settle into his bones. He could already feel the edge of sleep dragging him down—heavy, inevitable, the kind that never came without shadows.
The last thing he heard before slipping into it was Enid's faint breathing—soft, steady, grounding. A fragile reminder that maybe, just for tonight, he wasn't alone in the dark.
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So l just Wana say this Wednesday,Enid and everyone have the same look as their seson 2 self as l don't know how to describe them growing five year in a single summer vacation
Regardless give me stones and give me power because this is what l desire.