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Toji POV:
When Toji opened his eyes, what he did not expect to see was a door. It looked like just any normal door someone would have in their house, except with some small numbers near the top. But the obvious answer to him was that this must be the door to the afterlife. After all, he had just somehow died to that crazy white haired menace. He shouldn’t have let his guard down. Looking around, it seems he is surrounded by light blue and yellow patterned walls in all but one direction. Deciding to investigate the door first, he looks back at the door in slight confusion. Does it open when he walks towards it? Does he knock? Or does he just bust down the door?
Eh probably should knock just in case. If no one answers, he’s definitely gonna kick the door down. And so, he knocks on the door three times, and waits. And about 3 seconds later, he hears shuffling followed by footsteps and mumbling. When the door opens, he looks at the figure in the doorway with curiosity.
3rd Person POV:
When they heard a knock on their door, they realized that the takeout they ordered must have finally arrived and got up off the sofa they were lounging on. “Omg FINALLY, this Doordash driver has gone the wrong way 5 times every time I checked up on them.” They groaned, walking up to the door, not even bothering to look out of the peep hole in it. With food on their mind, they quickly opened their front door, only to find some buff rando on the other side.
“What the fuck I didn’t order a stripper?” They say before slamming the door in his face. That was NOT what they ordered. They just wanted a simple Huntr/x meal. Was that SO HARD to deliver? Where was that stupid driver anyway? Was that guy who looks like Toji from the hit anime Jujutsu Kaisen her Doordasher?
WAIT TOJI FROM THE HIT ANIME JUJUTSU KAISEN WAS IN FRONT OF HER DOOR? Or well at least a cosplayer? There was an anime convention going on a few blocks down from where they lived. Maybe this guy somehow got so lost he ended up here? They ran back to the door, opening it, only to see his face still in shock from the door being closed on him.
"I'm sorry man I didn't realize you were a Toji cosplayer. Did you lose your way to the convention?" They ask Toji, leaning on their doorframe.
"How did you know my name? Are you a sorcerer?" He says, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"Ohhhh your still in character! Ok ok let me start over. Hello fellow non-sorcerer, I-" They get cut off by Toji's hand grabbing the door, making it crack and splinter with his strength easily.
"Kid, don't make me ask again, Who are you and where am I." He demands.
Y/n's face pales in realization that this was NOT a cosplayer, but in fact, Toji himself in the flesh.
"Oh shit... ok get in here, we can talk over some tea or coffee, whatever you prefer..." Y/N says accepting the situation they had found themselves in, looking down the hall quickly, making sure no one else has seen what just happened before they both go into the apartment, closing the cracked door behind them.