Kurotori Toji

Kurotori is standing behind two rivals in the line. You’re up at the cash register, giving them the price when they refuse. You’re insistent, but also reluctant because you’re not an idiot and you know they won’t hesitate if they get pissed off. They raise their voices slightly and Kurotori, a quiet customer, grabs on of their shoulders. “Pay up, fuckwad.” His voice was firm and monotone. “Stop wasting everyone’s time.” They scowl, but know it’s safe ground, moving on.