Bodyguard! Toji finds you disheveled after your suitor leaves the room in anger and ends up on his knees for you.
Being the yakuza's only daughter wasn't easy, especially when half his enemies were thirsty for your blood and half his allies were thirsty for your body. You were first kidnapped when you were six and had the first suitor at your door the moment you turned 18. Some wanted you because you were your father, Kouga Kimura’s only weakness and some wanted you because with you came great benefits, marrying you meant having the top Yakuza boss as their meal ticket. Literally and metaphorically. And some simply wanted you because you were you. Draped in high brand silks and brightest jewels, possessing the beauty of a swan and sharp enough to make everyone bow at your feet. The most desirable flower of the underworld whom everyone was eyeing to pluck from your father's garden. But it wasn't so easy. Because you were being guarded by someone lethal.
Your previous bodyguard, Ryōichi was fired by your father when he failed to save you once again in an ambush that almost killed you. You wouldn't be lying if you said that guy was bad at his job. Ryōichi was a carefree guy, he didn't care when you sneaked out at night, didn't even flinch when someone stood too close to you and neither did he care when something suspicious was happening around you. You didn’t mind it, having an irresponsible bodyguard meant the key to freedom for you. So when Ryōichi was fired, you had thrown a huge fit, grumbling something about how your father is “being too much”. You were tired of it too, alright. Always being watched by hawks looking for a chance to catch you in their claws wasn't a fun thing but restricting yourself because of the hawks wasn't fair either.
As soon as Ryōichi walked out, a 6’4 man with all the muscles in the world named Toji walked into your life. Sharp, silent, cold and deadly. Someone who was too good at his job. He somehow always caught you sneaking out, ratted you out to your dad and wouldn’t even let you go around with your girlfriends alone, which is why you tried your best to make him leave, you didn't want another man being kept to “babysit” you. Let alone one who is too good at his job. But Toji's paycheck was way more bigger than your will to hide away on an unknown island and never show your face in the society ever again just so you could live freely. Everything you tried, he overcame. Every place you went? He was there. There was no sneaking out just to mess with him under Toji’s watch. So after 2 months of trying to make him quit, you finally gave up. Now he's been serving you for 2 years, 5 months and 28 days to be exact. In this duration he has taken three bullets coming your way, saved you from being abducted twice and broken uncountable bones for your sake.
You hated him at first. He was way different than Ryōichi and so much more annoying. He didn't talk much but his eyes were always on you. Although never looking straight into yours. His favorite hobby was probably glaring at people who breathed for a little too long in your direction and standing behind you like a shield in crowded elevators. You hated his guts and made sure that everyone was aware of that, always asking him for something ridiculous like walking back to the car when you're on the 20th floor just to fetch a hairpin, one you didn't even use later on by the way. Bothering him was your favorite pastime but something along the way made you stagger, made you feel something you shouldn't.
The first time you saw him bleed out for you was when it started, that little flutter in your heart that made your eyes soften and thankfully you caught yourself immediately. So, you tried to stay away from him and it wasn't hard as he was a silent man who kept to himself. He was danger wrapped in beauty, never had you seen him crack a single smile or focus on anything other than his job. But when he saved you like his life depended on it? That's when your heart started whispering his name like a prayer. And now you slept with him in your mind every night, knowing well enough that he was out of reach.
Toji was like the moon, always in your vicinity, following you around but never close enough to touch or feel. So you made peace with the fact that he was just a fantasy that is too good to ever come true.
If you were the desirable flower then he was the forbidden fruit. Both together? It might be an open invite to chaos and hurt.
Tonight however, you're putting an end to your feelings. Or at least trying to. A few weeks ago, your father introduced you to one of his allies’ son, Asahi Sato. Son of the biggest arms merchant in the nation, who immediately started hitting on you the moment you met. He seemed like a decent guy at first glance. Calm and friendly, unlike most people you've met in the underworld. His smile looked kind but you could tell it was calculating. When he came up to you weeks ago at the party you were attending with your father, Toji, who was beside you immediately stepped closer as if he knew the guy's intentions. Only did he back up when your father gave him the signal to walk away. As Asahi introduced himself, Toji walked away to stand at a corner and watch you closely. Your gaze that was stuck on Toji finally landed on Asahi who was offering his hand, you accepted with a smile only to be left shocked when he pecked it in greeting. From the corner of your eye, you could sense Toji tensing up which didn't make any sense. Yes, Toji was always on alert for your safety but right now, your father was also right there, he was the one introducing Asahi to you, which meant he was no threat. For now at least. So Toji's reaction gave you doubts. Was he jealous? No, no way. He can't be. He hasn't even ever looked straight into your eyes. You were sure he didn't have any interest in you. You were just a client for him. But then why were his eyes looking at Asahi like he was an enemy? Why was his fist tightened and knuckles turning white as Asahi stepped closer to you? Before you could think about it all, Asahi pulled you out of your train of thoughts and boldly held your elbow as he looked straight into your eyes with his hopeful ones. “So, it's a date then?” He murmured slowly against your ear and you were taken back once again.
“A date. Your father wants us to get to know each other, right?”
“Oh.” Your mouth fell open as you looked around in confusion, your father, whom you didn't even notice when he had walked away, was smiling while looking at you two. Oh he was definitely setting you up. With a gulp you looked back to where Toji was standing, just to find him already looking at you. But he wasn't alone. Some woman was standing a little too close. You shouldn't care. But you did. You wanted to walk up to them and claim that man. You couldn't, he wasn't yours to begin with. Which is why you did what you thought was for the best, you turned to Asahi with a smile and accepted him. “Sure, let's get to know each other.”
And that is why right now you are getting ready to meet him again tonight. Your father wasn't home, he rarely is. Earlier you had decided to meet Asahi somewhere outside but Toji being the uptight man he is, insisted that you have your little date at home instead. So, you're currently sitting in front of your vanity, getting ready for the night. Turning open the lid of your blush, you dab your brush onto it before lightly applying it on your cheeks when a knock on the door interrupts you, looking through the mirror you see Toji standing at the door. “Mr. Sato has arrived. He's waiting in the entertainment room.” He informs as you unscrew your lip gloss and glide the wand over your lips while humming. “I'll need a few more minutes, tell Izumi to bring some wine there in the meantime.”
“You'll drink with him?” Toji raises an eyebrow as he stalks inside your bedroom like a panther sizing up its next meal. Weird. “I can't?” Your tone seems challenging as you stand up and turn around to face him, slamming your expensive tube of gloss down on the vanity a little too hard. “You've met the guy, what, how many times again? Barely two. Don't tell me you trust him enough to drink with him.” He insinuates while stepping closer to you with his hands on his hips like the matter was pissing him off. Very weird.
“Woah woah big guy, you surely have plenty of words to say today.” Your counter makes him step back and take a deep breath as he looks away from you.
Of course Toji has always been a man of few words, he doesn't say much but when words do leave his mouth they tend to get a little cocky and taunting. Okay, they can get a LOT to handle sometimes. He usually keeps his calm on the job, all the spoiled brats he has worked for before weren't worth wasting his energy on. He didn't care what went on in their lives (especially romantically) as long as it wasn't a threat to them. You shouldn't be an exception either. But oh boy, watching you make reckless decisions and entertain a guy like Asahi was making his blood boil for unknown reasons.
“You're being overdramatic. Dad knows him so there is nothing I should worry about.” You say with a roll of your eye and turn to the vanity once again. Picking up the gloss you had slammed earlier to keep back in its place.
“Your dad knows his father. Not him.”
“Oh look he's being chatty today.” You wryly commented. “And it's the same thing.”
“It's not the-” Toji is interrupted mid sentence by a loud mewl that makes you both look at the direction of the source which is from your white British shorthair who jumps down from the bed and does a full body stretch before slyly walking towards you with grace and nuzzle his nose on your leg, making you pick him up. “Aw, Kuro. You're hungry? It's dinner time, isn't it?” You coo at the cat as he purrs back at you. Toji watches the whole ordeal in silence as you hand over the cat to him, saying, “Alright, we can't let Asahi wait any longer so Toji it's your job to feed him dinner tonight.”
“I’ll ask Izumi to-” He's interrupted once again by you firmly. “No, not Izumi. You. And remember to sit beside him, he doesn't like eating alone.”
“He takes forever. How am I supposed to watch over you if I have to accompany this brat to finish his dinner.” Toji gruffs with furrowed eyebrows as Kuro lets out an offended meow. “Don't be mean to him, Toji! And you can stand outside our door when he's done, alright?”
“His greed sickens me.” Toji sneers in disgust while looking down at Kuro in his arms who glares back at him in response which makes you laugh and pet Kuro's head before walking out of the room. “Don't fight no more boys.” were the last words they heard from you and had no choice but look at each other like they were abandoned.
While walking down the stairs all you could think about was Toji and how weird he acts whenever Asahi was included. Just when you were about to enter the entertainment room, that's when you remembered that you were supposed to meet your suitor here and you shouldn't be thinking about Toji at all. Let alone let the wild thoughts of him being jealous of Asahi wander into your mind.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and found Asahi sitting on the couch, waiting. The coffee table in front of him was covered with drinks and snacks but he hasn't touched any of it, immediately standing up to greet you when you entered, his hands touching yours and you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel weird.
You both sat down and Asahi started pouring champagne as you tried to find a movie to watch. Everything was going alright, you both talked in between the scenes, drank till you were boozed enough and that's when things went downhill. His hands started wandering around, making you squirm in your seat. When you turned to look at him he was already too close, just inches away, the alcohol was strong, you tried to close your eyes and let things happen, it would be better if you could just do this and forget the man you dream about every night. Asahi nuzzled against your neck as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your blouse. When he had reached the third button, your stomach churned with premonition and you felt nauseous. You pulled away when Asahi leaned in to kiss you, making him frown in annoyance. “What's wrong now?” He asks with impatience and you shake your head. “I'm just not feeling well suddenly.”
“Out of the blue?” He scoffs and holds your chin between his fingers to make you look back at him again. “You'll be fine if we just do this. I'll make you feel better.” His insistence while leaning to kiss you again immediately makes you gag and you pull your face out of his reach. “I don't think we should-” You still tried to be polite but he's looking at you like you've just murdered his family in front of him. Silence engulfs the room for a second before he explodes. “If you didn't want to do this why even fucking bother to call me all the way here, you bitch!” He starts yelling like a madman and before you know it, your hand moved on it's own. You slapped him. One that echoed in the room and left him grinding his teeth in anger. “You whor-”
“Watch it.” You coldly warn while standing before him. “You've already done enough damage to yourself by disrespecting me once. If you're wise enough then get lost before your father is the one suffering because of you.” That shuts him up, he's immediately on his feet, storming out of the door in anger and muttering curses under his breath. Once he's out of the room, you sigh and drop down on the couch with your hand on your forehead, trying to make sense of everything. But most of the time answers aren't where you look for them. The bottle of champagne on the table felt like the only one that made sense at the moment.
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After watching Kuro finish dinner, which took thirty minutes, Toji comes to stand at the door of the entertainment room. To his dismay, the room was sound-proof and he couldn't hear what was happening inside at all. After 10 minutes of him standing outside, Asahi storms out, looking mad and muttering curses. Toji looks at him then at the door, a part of him perks up at the thought of your date being cut short and how probably the guy would be gone for good. But another part immediately senses something is wrong and starts worrying for you. He contemplates whether to go inside or leave you alone.
He doesn't know what condition you might be inside or how he'll find you when he walks in. After contemplating for a good while, he finally walks in. Only to find you there with half your buttons undone, gulping down a whole bottle of champagne. The liquid drips down your chin, travelling through your neck to your cleavage and disappears into the fabric of your bra. His eyes darken as he watches the whole lifespan of that beverage before turning his head away out of courtesy of course.
“What happened? What did that jerk do?” He asked with a clenched jaw, already stepping closer to the couch to make sure you were alright. You finally notice his presence and keep the bottle down on the table with a scoff . “Why, why do you want to know? You can't babysit me forever, Toji.” Your eyes close again and head spins due to the amount of alcohol you've had in a little amount of time. Toji says nothing, he just looks at you silently, his body is stiff with tension, hands balled into fists by his side, lips pressed together into a thin line like you've said something very offensive. His reaction makes you laugh. “Why do you always look at me like that?” You questioned and stood up, stumbling by the effects of the drink but Toji is always quick enough, his hands secure you before you could even stumble properly. You laughed again, your hands held onto him like this was the only time you were allowing yourself to touch him.
You're dizzy and drunk, your hot breath hits his face as you thread your fingers through his hair. “Do you always look at other girls like that too? Or am I the only one who'll never catch your eyes.” He avoids your eyes again and you tut, placing both your hands on each side of his head to make him look at you only. “Do you always avoid the eyes of the girls who want to kiss you?”
Toji actually malfunctions. He must be dreaming. This can't be true. You want to kiss him? That must be the alcohol talking.
“You're drunk. Let's not do anything you'll regret later on, princess.” He states while removing your hand from his face but you hold on tightly.
Too stubborn to let go and when he looks at you again you're grinning. “I want you especially when I'm sober and did you just call me something other than Miss Kimura? Say that again-” Toji's eyes finally meet yours, for the first time in two years and you stop mid sentence.
Time slows down like you're in some cliché romance movie and your mouth hangs open loosely as you stare at his eyes.
“Hey…” You breathed out after a few seconds of silence. “Your eyes have a little green in them.” Your voice is hushed, afraid that one wrong move would ruin the moment.
Toji smirks and pulls you down to sit on the couch before kneeling on the floor in front of you, making your breath hitch. “Yeah, people say I got it from my mother.” His hands massaged your bare thighs and you subconsciously pressed them together but Toji being Toji always needs to be in your business apparently, so his hands part your legs once again, caressing, pinching, massaging all to his will.
“Tell me why his attempt at hookup went bad.” He's still smirking when he investigates, you're biting your lips in anticipation, not knowing if his hands will wander elsewhere like you want or he'll just pull away.
The tension simmers at the pit of your stomach when you answer him. “I don't know that. He came close and I felt sick.”
He has the audacity to chuckle at your explanation and fumble with the straps of your heels.
“Would you feel sick if…” His other hand reaches up to your nape and pulls you down to his level, nose nuzzling against yours, breath mixing together that makes you lick your lower lip, one inch closer and your lips will touch his. “...we get close?” He finishes his words and you gulp while shaking your head.
Your eyes subconsciously closed in the anticipation of a kiss, waiting patiently but it doesn't come even after seconds.
Toji has done many wrong things in his life but wasn't about to add on the list by kissing you when you were drunk. Not because he was scared of your father by the way, that was least of his concern right now. If he was afraid of your father then wouldn't have ever even thought about kissing you. But the truth is… He has. Many times.
When you open your eyes again in confusion, you find Toji taking off your heels and placing them on the side.
Before you could ask him anything, he stands up and picks you up in bridal style with him.
As he starts climbing the stairs you finally find your words again. “Did you not want to kiss me?” Your words slurred, sleep was taking over but not without answers.
Toji kicks open the door of your bedroom with a shake of his head and your lips curl downwards. “If you didn't then why did you-”
He gently places you on the bed and pecks the corner of your lips so softly that it makes you gape at him in surprise.
“If you're even half brave tomorrow morning sober like you're now, you can get to have the real thing.” He says it like a threat while buttoning up your blouse and pulling the blanket over you before leaving the room when you've finally slipped into slumber.
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The next morning you wake up with a raging headache, the veins on your forehead throb painfully as your memory from last night slowly comes back that leads you to wallow in dread.
How the hell are you supposed to face him now?
Should you call your father and tell him to fire Toji? No, he'd never do that.
Jump out the window? No, not effective.
Stay in the room forever and never go out ever again? Nope, not gonna work.
After wasting half of the day rethinking your last night choices, you finally decided to put your big girl pants on and go down stairs.
You just have to be nonchalant. Like nothing ever happened. Easy.
At first the whole floor is silent. No maids, no security, no Toji.
You've just taken a sigh of relief and walked into the kitchen to fetch some water when you see him. Toji standing by the counter, a burger in his hands as he bites into it without noticing your presence (or at least so you thought). The moment he takes a bite, he manages to spill its sauces, which somehow end up landing straight on his bicep.
He grunts in annoyance before wiping it off with his fingers and then proceeds to lick his fingers clean too.
His tongue then slides over the scar on his lip, wiping off the sauce from the dent.
You could only gawk at the whole ordeal and imagine if you'd have had the chance to lick it off instead but you snapped yourself back to reality immediately.
You were ready to walk out and leave him alone before he notices your presence but you can never be quick enough with Toji.
“Morning, princess. Are you going to leave after just staring?” His words hit your ears just when you turned around to leave and your cheeks immediately turned red. So he knew what he was doing. “That's rude.”
You turn to face him and point an accusatory finger at him despite being the culprit yourself. “I wasn't staring!”
“Yeah and we both aren't idiots in love.”
“Pardon me, I thought we were telling lies.”
So much for being nonchalant.
This man was going to be the death of you.
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