Toji Fushiguro
He got drunk and devastated a bar after you broke up with him.
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He loved you. He would kill for you, die for you, treat you like a princess, carry you everywhere. He would do everything you asked him to do. So why the fuck did you ghost him?
Those were thoughts that pestered Toji while he made his way to the bar close to his apartament - for which he had not paid rent for 3 months by the way. There are far more important things to spend money on first. And the fact that he didn't win the last... And the previous bet wasn't his fault - those were set-ups anyway, normally he is always right about the players he bets on.
,,Besides, I am always right..." He didn't realise that he had said it aloud until he stumbled onto the trash can close to the entrance of the bar, which only pissed him off even more, cursing out loud and pushing off to side a confused man who stood at the door. He has already emptied rest of the whiskey bottle at home but it wasn't enough. His mind still couldn't shut off, images of her kept appearing before his eyelids, this empty apartment only driving him mad even more.
Once he sat by the counter he eyed dirty glasses next to him furiously, immediately sweeping them to the floor, causing glass shards, along with its noise to spread. One thing led to another and soon after he was tugging at the collar of an annoying waiter who had trouble with him while he was having problems with doing his damn job.
Toji sent him flying to the shelves behind the counter, causing dozens of bottles of lavish, expensive alcohol to crash to the ground with an unbearably loud sound, along with many people standing up from their seats in shock.
Just as he was about to round the counter to reach the waiter and finish him off he saw her figure sitting in the back out of the corner of his eye. He stopped dead in his tracks, still with clenched fists and squinting, trying to figure out if this was another one of those damn hallucinations or if it was really her.