Boyfriend! Satoru who messages you on missions with photos of little trinkets he's picked up because he thought of you when he saw it.
Boyfriend! Satoru who, spoiler alert, thinks about you a lot on missions, he ends up with a whole other suitcase filled with things he had picked up for you, solely because they reminded him of you.
Boyfriend! Satoru who, pouts and whines when you call him "no better than a bird" after he presents you with all your gifts. His protests do die in his throat when you pepper his face with kisses. Your shared space, covered in too many little trinkets.
Saturday came faster than Toji thought it would. Megumi almost flayed him alive for waking him up so early to go to the grocery store, on a Saturday no less. Both of them, half awake and grumpy, make the leisurely walk to the store, Megs, still in his dinosaur pajamas.
It wasn't until Toji was standing in the produce section of the store that he realized; mindless meal prep food and Megumi's frozen dinosaur chicken nuggets were not going to cut it for tonight. He quickly slides his phone out of his pocket.
"Good simple recipes for a date."
He doesn't process what he's typing until it's glaring back at him in his search bar. He deleted the text there quickly, scratching his chin. This wasn't even a date? If anything it's going to be the most uncomfortable dinner he's had in a long time. Interviewing his neighbor to watch his kid...
"Simple recipes for idiots who don't know how to cook... Reddit."
He scrolls through countless recipes before getting wildly frustrated, because who the fuck owns a slow cooker? After scrolling a bit more he decided he can't possibly fuck up making pasta, a premade salad, and wine.
He grabs Megs by the shirt collar hauling him around the store swiftly, tossing pasta noodles in the cart unceremoniously. He's a whole array of pasta sauces, not super clear on the difference. He didn't know your preference.
When he gets to the wine, he pauses. Did you even drink? Did you prefer red or white? Fuck, why was he even putting so much though into this. It's purely business. He grabs a cheap bottle of red with purpose. Toji yanks Megumi away from the wine bottle on the bottom self; why he insists on touching everything in the story is a mystery to him, and goes to check out.
7:30pm, He's pacing around the kitchen. He nearly trips on Megumi, who by all means, was just minding his business drawing on the kitchen floor. In the past several hours, he did manage to fuck up pasta in so. many. ways. Finally he has a strainer filled with limp noodles, salad put into a nice... ish bowl and wine on the table. It didn't occur to him that he doesn't own a single wine glass, hopefully you don't notice.
7:52pm, a knock at the door makes Toji jump twenty feet in the air. Megumi, who had moved from the kitchen to the living room after being stepped on an ungodly amount of time, flies to open the door before Toji can even bark out his name.
"Hi Megs! Your dad is home?" You bend down to ruffle his hair. Toji steps out from the kitchen and into the living room. You're in a dress. "I am. Is that a problem?" Fuck, he didn't mean to say that out loud. He clears is throat. "Nah no issue, you look... nice?" He voice wavers more than he'd like. You stand back up fully, rising from Megumi's heights; an infuriating grin on your face. "Thanks. I knocked before entering too. Maybe I could teach you by action, since you have a habit of throwing my door open whenever you see fit." He scoffs. "Don't hold your breath."
You finally really look at Toji, seems you're not the only one who overdressed a little. He's in a dress shirt... and the shirt is ironed, which strikes you as odd because you're 90% sure he doesn't even own one of those. He's also wearing slacks, what happened to your shitty neighbor. You don't recall seeing Toji Fushiguro without his stupid work clothes on, or without a lick of stubble on his face.
"You clean up well." You say mostly to yourself. "Yeah yeah, stop standing in the entryway like a fuckin stranger. Shoes off." Toji says gruffly. You fight off an eye roll as you slip out of the pumps. Megumi stays glued to your side. He points to a spot next to his tiny shoes and you put yours there. He's absolutely beaming when you do. Toji brushes the whole thing off as strange, he may be Megs dad, but he'll never understand his affinity towards you.
Megumi continues to be the outstanding host he is, shows you to the dinner table. You push one of the seats out next to Megumi. "Help yerself to the food. It's nothin' fancy." Toji murmurs, sitting down across from you. You spoon some pasta on your plate before glancing over to Toji.
"So, you don't me that well. What do you want to know exactly...?" Right. Business was the main reason for this weirdly tense meeting. "Whaddya for work exactly? I just know ya do remote stuff." "I do IT work, for Z enterprises. I've been working there for like a couple years now." He jaw clenches slightly. He didn't think of any questions past that.
"What's yer um... experience watchin kids?"
"I babysat throughout college, so I'd say a couple years."
"Right... uh... Do ya... Do any drugs I should know 'bout?"
You want to slam your head against the table. "You're asking me this NOW!? Seriously? I've been watching your kid for two months and it dawns on you right now that I could be smoking crack in front of your five year old?"
His scarred lip twitches upward. "'s long as it's crack, Megs is cool with that. Didn't raise him to be a narc." "Fushiguro!" He chortles. "Sorry kid, yer easy to get a rise out of." He shovels some pasta in his mouth briefly. "You're insufferable you know that?" Toji throws his head back with a laugh again. "You act like you're the first woman to ever tell me that."
You shake your head at him and he inhales. "K, I've made up my mind. I have some ground rules if this is gunna work for both of us. Don't tell anyone you're watchin him and that he's my kid, not a soul, 'specially coworkers. Don't let him wander outside of the apartment complex alone, nd for the love of God stop giving him sugar past 5pm." Megumi frowns at the mention of his after dinner snack being cut out of the equation.
"I think I can handle that. Am I allowed to ask why you don't want anyone outside of the apartment knowing you have a kid...?" You glance at Megumi and then at Toji. He frowns before casting a stoney expression. "Nothing of concern, just don't want people in my business." You nod slowly before looking at Megumi. "I can pick you up from school if you'd like, Megs? That way you don't have to walk home all alone." His little eyes widen before he nods his head ecstatically.
Dinner was oddly quiet after that other than little details being ironed out. After dinner, you help Megumi to pick out some toys he could bring over to your apartment, the second he finishes he immediately passes asleep the moment he lays down. You take that as a sign of him getting a satisfactory outcome of the situation. He was such an easy kid, you don't understand how he's such an angel compared to his dad.
You quietly collect your share of his things and get ready to leave. Toji lifts his head up from the kitchen sink as you stalk toward the exit. "Thanks again... For giving a shit about him." "As I said before, he's a good kid." There's a beat of silence. "I can pay you if you want... " "Fushiguro, I don't want your money. Just, show up for your kid a bit more. That's all." He throws you a baffled look before morphing it into smirk. "Fine, have it yer way. I'll let the school know you'll be picking him up, so they don't call the cops on you or somethin'." You shake your head, slipping back on your pumps. "Always a charmer Fushiguro, I'll see you on Monday... And I guess every weekday from now on." Toji turns back towards the dishes. "Yeah. See you then." He hears the door open and then close.
A strange anxious feel settled in his chest. Everything will work out fine. Megumi will be safer this way. Safe with you.
Saturday came faster than Toji thought it would. Megumi almost flayed him alive for waking him up so early to go to the grocery store, on a Saturday no less. Both of them, half awake and grumpy, make the leisurely walk to the store, Megs, still in his dinosaur pajamas.
It wasn't until Toji was standing in the produce section of the store that he realized; mindless meal prep food and Megumi's frozen dinosaur chicken nuggets were not going to cut it for tonight. He quickly slides his phone out of his pocket.
"Good simple recipes for a date."
He doesn't process what he's typing until it's glaring back at him in his search bar. He deleted the text there quickly, scratching his chin. This wasn't even a date? If anything it's going to be the most uncomfortable dinner he's had in a long time. Interviewing his neighbor to watch his kid...
"Simple recipes for idiots who don't know how to cook... Reddit."
He scrolls through countless recipes before getting wildly frustrated, because who the fuck owns a slow cooker? After scrolling a bit more he decided he can't possibly fuck up making pasta, a premade salad, and wine.
He grabs Megs by the shirt collar hauling him around the store swiftly, tossing pasta noodles in the cart unceremoniously. He's a whole array of pasta sauces, not super clear on the difference. He didn't know your preference.
When he gets to the wine, he pauses. Did you even drink? Did you prefer red or white? Fuck, why was he even putting so much though into this. It's purely business. He grabs a cheap bottle of red with purpose. Toji yanks Megumi away from the wine bottle on the bottom self; why he insists on touching everything in the story is a mystery to him, and goes to check out.
7:30pm, He's pacing around the kitchen. He nearly trips on Megumi, who by all means, was just minding his business drawing on the kitchen floor. In the past several hours, he did manage to fuck up pasta in so. many. ways. Finally he has a strainer filled with limp noodles, salad put into a nice... ish bowl and wine on the table. It didn't occur to him that he doesn't own a single wine glass, hopefully you don't notice.
7:52pm, a knock at the door makes Toji jump twenty feet in the air. Megumi, who had moved from the kitchen to the living room after being stepped on an ungodly amount of time, flies to open the door before Toji can even bark out his name.
"Hi Megs! Your dad is home?" You bend down to ruffle his hair. Toji steps out from the kitchen and into the living room. You're in a dress. "I am. Is that a problem?" Fuck, he didn't mean to say that out loud. He clears is throat. "Nah no issue, you look... nice?" He voice wavers more than he'd like. You stand back up fully, rising from Megumi's heights; an infuriating grin on your face. "Thanks. I knocked before entering too. Maybe I could teach you by action, since you have a habit of throwing my door open whenever you see fit." He scoffs. "Don't hold your breath."
You finally really look at Toji, seems you're not the only one who overdressed a little. He's in a dress shirt... and the shirt is ironed, which strikes you as odd because you're 90% sure he doesn't even own one of those. He's also wearing slacks, what happened to your shitty neighbor. You don't recall seeing Toji Fushiguro without his stupid work clothes on, or without a lick of stubble on his face.
"You clean up well." You say mostly to yourself. "Yeah yeah, stop standing in the entryway like a fuckin stranger. Shoes off." Toji says gruffly. You fight off an eye roll as you slip out of the pumps. Megumi stays glued to your side. He points to a spot next to his tiny shoes and you put yours there. He's absolutely beaming when you do. Toji brushes the whole thing off as strange, he may be Megs dad, but he'll never understand his affinity towards you.
Megumi continues to be the outstanding host he is, shows you to the dinner table. You push one of the seats out next to Megumi. "Help yerself to the food. It's nothin' fancy." Toji murmurs, sitting down across from you. You spoon some pasta on your plate before glancing over to Toji.
"So, you don't me that well. What do you want to know exactly...?" Right. Business was the main reason for this weirdly tense meeting. "Whaddya for work exactly? I just know ya do remote stuff." "I do IT work, for Z enterprises. I've been working there for like a couple years now." He jaw clenches slightly. He didn't think of any questions past that.
"What's yer um... experience watchin kids?"
"I babysat throughout college, so I'd say a couple years."
"Right... uh... Do ya... Do any drugs I should know 'bout?"
You want to slam your head against the table. "You're asking me this NOW!? Seriously? I've been watching your kid for two months and it dawns on you right now that I could be smoking crack in front of your five year old?"
His scarred lip twitches upward. "'s long as it's crack, Megs is cool with that. Didn't raise him to be a narc." "Fushiguro!" He chortles. "Sorry kid, yer easy to get a rise out of." He shovels some pasta in his mouth briefly. "You're insufferable you know that?" Toji throws his head back with a laugh again. "You act like you're the first woman to ever tell me that."
You shake your head at him and he inhales. "K, I've made up my mind. I have some ground rules if this is gunna work for both of us. Don't tell anyone you're watchin him and that he's my kid, not a soul, 'specially coworkers. Don't let him wander outside of the apartment complex alone, nd for the love of God stop giving him sugar past 5pm." Megumi frowns at the mention of his after dinner snack being cut out of the equation.
"I think I can handle that. Am I allowed to ask why you don't want anyone outside of the apartment knowing you have a kid...?" You glance at Megumi and then at Toji. He frowns before casting a stoney expression. "Nothing of concern, just don't want people in my business." You nod slowly before looking at Megumi. "I can pick you up from school if you'd like, Megs? That way you don't have to walk home all alone." His little eyes widen before he nods his head ecstatically.
Dinner was oddly quiet after that other than little details being ironed out. After dinner, you help Megumi to pick out some toys he could bring over to your apartment, the second he finishes he immediately passes asleep the moment he lays down. You take that as a sign of him getting a satisfactory outcome of the situation. He was such an easy kid, you don't understand how he's such an angel compared to his dad.
You quietly collect your share of his things and get ready to leave. Toji lifts his head up from the kitchen sink as you stalk toward the exit. "Thanks again... For giving a shit about him." "As I said before, he's a good kid." There's a beat of silence. "I can pay you if you want... " "Fushiguro, I don't want your money. Just, show up for your kid a bit more. That's all." He throws you a baffled look before morphing it into smirk. "Fine, have it yer way. I'll let the school know you'll be picking him up, so they don't call the cops on you or somethin'." You shake your head, slipping back on your pumps. "Always a charmer Fushiguro, I'll see you on Monday... And I guess every weekday from now on." Toji turns back towards the dishes. "Yeah. See you then." He hears the door open and then close.
A strange anxious feel settled in his chest. Everything will work out fine. Megumi will be safer this way. Safe with you.
The obviously reused note is taped haphazardly to Toji's door. Megumi gets home from kindergarten a lot sooner than Toji's job lets out. He has a tendency to wander over to the apartment, your apartment, two doors down. Toji pinches the bridge of his nose. "Christ..." He mutters to himself before unlocking his apartment to fling his belongings into the entryway.
He walks the approximately 30 steps it takes to get to your apartment. He flings open the door without knocking out of habit. The sight he's greeted with stops him dead in his tracks. You're curled up on the couch, Megumi in your arms who has clearly been awake for some time. Megumi brows furrow as soon as his dad's silhouette reaches his peripheral. He brings a finger to his lips with a pout. Toji's hands fly up in defense, and a silent argument of limbs flailing takes place as to not wake you up. Toji takes a step closer trying to grab his son and take him home, and Megumi has the audacity to hiss at him, where he learned that... he's unsure...
The hiss does irreparable damage it seems, as you stir from sleep. Your eyes flutter open and you give a little smile to Megumi before ruffling his unruly hair. "Hey buddy." You whisper, your voice a litte horse from the nap. "You should really lock yer door when you have my kid over." Toji's voice makes you jump ten feet in the air, you jolt up, pushing Megumi behind you. Well, at least he knows you'll take a bullet for that little menace.
Once you get your barrings, you scoff at him. "Maybe you shouldn't leave your five year old unattended for so long and then you can have an opinion about what I do with my door." You spit back at him. "You scared the shit out of me. It's rude to enter a lady's house without knocking you know." He laughs, gathering Megumi's backpack off the ground. "Sure if that's what you wanna call yerself. Come on kid, let's leave the nice..." He casts a judgemental stare his eyes landing on your hair messy from a nap. "Lady... To her evening." He snorts to himself. "Come on, go home Megs." Megumi sighs rolling his eyes. He throws you a little wave before pushing past the wall of meat he sometimes calls a father, headed towards his dad's apartment.
Toji slings Megumi's bag over his shoulder and he turns to leave. "He already ate dinner. He was really hungry so I just went ahead and fed him." "'s fine. 'm sorry for waking you. Thanks for taking care of him... as usual." He grumbles. His fingers graze the doorknob and you speak again. "He's a sweet kid, good company too. I really don't mind especially since I'm here all day working from home." Toji turns back towards you, his brow raised. "You goin' somewhere with this... Or....?" You sigh before looking at him. "Let me watch him after school. Free of charge."
He shakes his head almost immediately. "Can't ask you to do that. 'sides we haven't been the friendliest of neighbors, what if you corrupt his mind or something." Your jaw ticks. "Me corrupt him?! More than you have? With all the girls you have been bringing home, someone might think you're running a damn whore house over there." Toji lets out a scoff of his own and opens his mouth to speak but you throw a hand up stopping him.
"Sorry. Force of habit, you unfortunately have a habit of getting under my skin. What I'm saying is you get a free babysitter and I get a cute kid to take to the park and stuff. Maybe if I'm lucky hit on some hot single dads or something."
" 'm a hot single dad."
"Calling you a dad is a stretch, you just clothe and house the poor kid."
"Yer didn't deny 'm hot though."
"Fushiguro..."
He thinks for a moment. "I don't even really know you that well." You shrug. "Yet your kid has been wandering over here every day for the past 2 months." He sighs. "Fair point. Then dinner. Let's all three of us go to dinner. I can decide if yer fit to take care of him then." "Fushiguro are you asking me out?" You tease. Toji's eyes roll, you can't help but see the resemblance between him and Megumi when he does. "If I say yes will you let me go home?" "Sure." "Fine, then yes... 'm asking you out." Your eyes widen slightly before a smug smile settles on your face. "Okay it's a date then. Does 8 pm this Saturday work?" The realization seems to wash over him. You weren't fucking with him. "Uh sure yea... See you Saturday then." Toji says more softly than he intended before scrambling out the door.
Shit...
He had a date with his hot infuriating neighbor this weekend.
The obviously reused note is taped haphazardly to Toji's door. Megumi gets home from kindergarten a lot sooner than Toji's job lets out. He has a tendency to wander over to the apartment, your apartment, two doors down. Toji pinches the bridge of his nose. "Christ..." He mutters to himself before unlocking his apartment to fling his belongings into the entryway.
He walks the approximately 30 steps it takes to get to your apartment. He flings open the door without knocking out of habit. The sight he's greeted with stops him dead in his tracks. You're curled up on the couch, Megumi in your arms who has clearly been awake for some time. Megumi brows furrow as soon as his dad's silhouette reaches his peripheral. He brings a finger to his lips with a pout. Toji's hands fly up in defense, and a silent argument of limbs flailing takes place as to not wake you up. Toji takes a step closer trying to grab his son and take him home, and Megumi has the audacity to hiss at him, where he learned that... he's unsure...
The hiss does irreparable damage it seems, as you stir from sleep. Your eyes flutter open and you give a little smile to Megumi before ruffling his unruly hair. "Hey buddy." You whisper, your voice a litte horse from the nap. "You should really lock yer door when you have my kid over." Toji's voice makes you jump ten feet in the air, you jolt up, pushing Megumi behind you. Well, at least he knows you'll take a bullet for that little menace.
Once you get your barrings, you scoff at him. "Maybe you shouldn't leave your five year old unattended for so long and then you can have an opinion about what I do with my door." You spit back at him. "You scared the shit out of me. It's rude to enter a lady's house without knocking you know." He laughs, gathering Megumi's backpack off the ground. "Sure if that's what you wanna call yerself. Come on kid, let's leave the nice..." He casts a judgemental stare his eyes landing on your hair messy from a nap. "Lady... To her evening." He snorts to himself. "Come on, go home Megs." Megumi sighs rolling his eyes. He throws you a little wave before pushing past the wall of meat he sometimes calls a father, headed towards his dad's apartment.
Toji slings Megumi's bag over his shoulder and he turns to leave. "He already ate dinner. He was really hungry so I just went ahead and fed him." "'s fine. 'm sorry for waking you. Thanks for taking care of him... as usual." He grumbles. His fingers graze the doorknob and you speak again. "He's a sweet kid, good company too. I really don't mind especially since I'm here all day working from home." Toji turns back towards you, his brow raised. "You goin' somewhere with this... Or....?" You sigh before looking at him. "Let me watch him after school. Free of charge."
He shakes his head almost immediately. "Can't ask you to do that. 'sides we haven't been the friendliest of neighbors, what if you corrupt his mind or something." Your jaw ticks. "Me corrupt him?! More than you have? With all the girls you have been bringing home, someone might think you're running a damn whore house over there." Toji lets out a scoff of his own and opens his mouth to speak but you throw a hand up stopping him.
"Sorry. I didn't mean that... You unfortunately have a habit of getting under my skin. What I'm saying is you get a free babysitter and I get a cute kid to take to the park and stuff. Maybe if I'm lucky hit on some hot single dads or something."
" 'm a hot single dad."
"Calling you a dad is a stretch, you just clothe and house the poor kid."
"You didn't deny 'm hot though."
"Fushiguro..."
He thinks for a moment. "I don't even really know you that well." You shrug. "Yet your kid has been wandering over here every day for the past 2 months." He sighs. "Fair point. Then dinner. Let's all three of us have dinner. I can decide if yer fit to take care of him then." "Fushiguro are you asking me out?" You tease. Toji's eyes roll, you can't help but see the resemblance between him and Megumi when he does. "If I say yes will you let me go home?" "Sure." "Fine, then yes... 'm asking you out." Your eyes widen slightly before a smug smile settles on your face. "Okay it's a date then. Does 8 pm this Saturday work?" The realization seems to wash over him. You weren't fucking with him. "Uh sure yea... See you Saturday then." Toji says more softly than he intended before scrambling out the door.
Shit...
He had a date with his hot infuriating neighbor this weekend.
Situationship Toji who says he doesn't give a fuck who you sleep with when you aren't sleeping with him, but in reality he gets really oddly stalkerish when he see you out with another man
Situationship Toji who, as a result of his stalkerish tendencies when it comes to you, makes himself intimately familiar with your following list on Instagram
Situationship Toji who will notice if the number goes up and will hunt down the username and stalk their profile
Situationship Toji who forgets you were coming over tonight and completely forgets about your follower tab open for you to see... Which of course you do...
Situationship Toji who gets called a huge freak, but then immediately has the most mine blowing sex of his life
Situationship Toji who catches you mutter as you gather your clothes to leave "If you want to just fuck you, do something about it next time." Oh he will....
Rain pelts against the window as you twist up in the covers. “I could lie here all day." You sigh. Your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, who insisted he was about to have a breakthrough on his thesis and " had to get out of bed” this morning; groans softly from the other room, shattering the peaceful aura. You suck in a deep breath before untwisting the covers and pry yourself out of bed, and open the door from the bedroom into the living room.
Satoru is hunched over his laptop on the couch, research notes scattered across the coffee table, his glasses sliding down his nose and other than the light from his laptop; one singular dim light from the kitchenette illuminates the otherwise dim space. “Toru… it's raining, it's literally a Saturday, take a break for a bit. Come join me back in bed, you know I love the rain… I'd love it even more if I had my super handsome amazing boyfriend next to me.” You coo softly as you lean against the door frame. His head snaps up, his glasses scuttling back up his nose slightly with the momentum. “Can't… I'm nearly finished.” He sounds pained to be denying you his eyes shift back to his computer but you can tell you've piqued his interest, but not entirely…
You could work with that.
“Come onnnn." You whine, crossing the floor and flopping down beside him. You nuzzle your cheek into his shoulder. " The bed is still warm I bet. I'll even let you lay in my lap and I'll stroke your hair.” You tempt. You can see him start to roll his eyes before stopping himself, his eyes flicking back to yours. “This… This is a hypothetical… What if I wanna watch Digimon while we cuddle?" He asks, his eyebrows raised. You feel your jaw tick in annoyance. You don't dislike Digimon or anything, it's just your nerdy hot boyfriend uses it as a way to dissuade you from using your charm on him.
However, that means it is working.
You faux think quickly. “Hmm… One episode, plus I'll order us milk tea from that place we like that's across campus." You beam up at him. He slides his glasses back up his nose before pinching the bridge. “Why do you have to be so tempting!? Ughhh finnnnne…. I want my milk tea extra sweet though.” He murmurs defeated, shutting his laptop to really seal in his loss. You practically leap off the sofa once he sets his laptop down on the coffee table, definitely crinkling some research notes in the process. You grab his hand leading him back into your shaded bedroom, and dragging him down into your lap.
Your hands meet snowy soft hair, smoothing down his bed head he hadn't bothered to fix when he so rudely left you alone in bed this morning. He lets out a contented sigh, the rain slowing against the window to a soft pitter patter. “You're so stubborn when it comes to stuff like this. Which is crazy because I'm normally the stubborn one.” The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. " You mean you're normally a brat.” You pinch his cheek and he chuckles. " You're lucky I think you're cute, you big nerd.” You mutter, before placing a kiss on his forehead. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say , pretty. Now que up some Digimon and order that milk tea… I wasn't joking about that.” You groan. " You're impossible.” He beams up at you. " But I'm yours.”
Rain pelts against the window as you twist up in the covers. “I could lie here all day." You sigh. Your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, who insisted he was about to have a breakthrough on his thesis and " had to get out of bed” this morning; groans softly from the other room, shattering the peaceful aura. You suck in a deep breath before untwisting the covers and pry yourself out of bed, and open the door from the bedroom into the living room.
Satoru is hunched over his laptop on the couch, research notes scattered across the coffee table, his glasses sliding down his nose and other than the light from his laptop; one singular dim light from the kitchenette illuminates the otherwise dim space. “Toru… it's raining, it's literally a Saturday, take a break for a bit. Come join me back in bed, you know I love the rain… I'd love it even more if I had my super handsome amazing boyfriend next to me.” You coo softly as you lean against the door frame. His head snaps up, his glasses scuttling back up his nose slightly with the momentum. “Can't… I'm nearly finished.” He sounds pained to be denying you his eyes shift back to his computer but you can tell you've piqued his interest, but not entirely…
You could work with that.
“Come onnnn." You whine, crossing the floor and flopping down beside him. You nuzzle your cheek into his shoulder. " The bed is still warm I bet. I'll even let you lay in my lap and I'll stroke your hair.” You tempt. You can see him start to roll his eyes before stopping himself, his eyes flicking back to yours. “This… This is a hypothetical… What if I wanna watch Digimon while we cuddle?" He asks, his eyebrows raised. You feel your jaw tick in annoyance. You don't dislike Digimon or anything, it's just your nerdy hot boyfriend uses it as a way to dissuade you from using your charm on him.
However, that means it is working.
You faux think quickly. “Hmm… One episode, plus I'll order us milk tea from that place we like that's across campus." You beam up at him. He slides his glasses back up his nose before pinching the bridge. “Why do you have to be so tempting!? Ughhh finnnnne…. I want my milk tea extra sweet though.” He murmurs defeated, shutting his laptop to really seal in his loss. You practically leap off the sofa once he sets his laptop down on the coffee table, definitely crinkling some research notes in the process. You grab his hand leading him back into your shaded bedroom, and dragging him down into your lap.
Your hands meet snowy soft hair, smoothing down his bed head he hadn't bothered to fix when he so rudely left you alone in bed this morning. He lets out a contented sigh, the rain slowing against the window to a soft pitter patter. “You're so stubborn when it comes to stuff like this. Which is crazy because I'm normally the stubborn one.” The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. " You mean you're normally a brat.” You pinch his cheek and he chuckles. " You're lucky I think you're cute, you big nerd.” You mutter, before placing a kiss on his forehead. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say , pretty. Now que up some Digimon and order that milk tea… I wasn't joking about that.” You groan. " You're impossible.” He beams up at you. " But I'm yours.”
Drummer! Caleb who explicitly does fan service, like taking off his shirt, at shows on tour. He does it for you, who is currently back home, on the very likely chance you'll see an edit or photos on Twitter of people thirsting over him. He doesn't give a shit about everyone else, he does it soley to torment you because you've been dying to see him for weeks... And that little shit KNOWS it!
...Also the shirtless photo you'll send back in challenge is definitely a bonus for him.
It's about four in the morning when you stir from your sleep, and then immediately get the wind knocked out of you. “Omff- Toji, you're heavy." " Mmhm, and yer fuckin noisy.” If you weren't actively suffocating you would've rolled your eyes. You squirm underneath his pure muscle mass, when that doesn't work you make an effort to shove him off. He snorts at gesture. “That's all you got? What if I was an intruder huh?" You huff. " Right now you're being an ass. Get off, I'm trying to sleep.”
He chuckles rolling off you slightly, just when you think freedom is near he pulls you flush to his chest. His forehead pressed against yours, nose knocks against yours, a dumb grin on his face, his eyes softer than usual. “Missed you." He admits, his voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly you're very wide awake. You pull your face away from him slightly to raise an eyebrow. " Are you drunk? Or dying? … Or both?” He scoffs and then rolls his eyes. “Neither. The job I took today fuckin sucked… jus’ wanted to come home and see you.” He murmurs before peppering softly kisses across your cheeks.The action causes a tender chuckle to rise in the back of your throat. It's light and airy. You forget that big bad Toji can genuinely be sweet and soft sometimes. It typically is in very rare domestic moments or aftercare that moments like this really manifest.
" So are you saying you missed me then?” You pry, as he now continues to place lazy kisses to your temples and forehead. " Maybe a little bit.” " Mmm I dunno ‘ji, it seems like you missed mfffh-" He swiftly cuts you off with a deep, almost yearning kiss to your lips. His mouth fits against yours perfectly like the two of you were made for each other.
You can feel yourself melt completely into the kiss. Toji, of course, doesn't miss it either, the corners of his mouth quirks up. “Have I ever told you that you talk way too much?" His voice is gravely against your lips, your forehead pressed together once more. “I think you say it too much. Just say you hate me." You say with a mock sniff, your own tiny smirk mirroring his. “God yer lucky I think you're cute." He mumbles before placing one last kiss to your lips, before finally releasing you. " Get some rest… I'll come to bed soon, promise. I gotta eat ‘n shower.” " Mmkay, don't make me wait too long." You smile cheekily. “I missed you too after all.” You roll over to your other side, your voice laced with sleepiness again. " G’night... love you.” Toji pinches the bridge of his nose. " I never said…” He can hear your breath slowing down, sleep ultimately closes its fist around you. He sighs, that same stupid, lovestruck grin creeping back onto his face. “Love you too, silly fuckin girl."
Gym Crush Toji who tells you, your form is WRONG while doing squats (even though it's not) so he can stand behind you and straighten out your back and actually touch you 💦 Also 100% so he can look at your ass without raising too many flags...
Your nextdoor neighbor Toji Fushiguro has a tendency to leave his 5 year old son, Megumi Fushiguro, alone for long periods of time. His work is rather... Demanding at the moment, causing him to arrive home late. You strike up an arrangement to watch Megumi in the evening. But you can't help but wonder, who exactly is the allusive Toji Fushiguro... And why does he get under your skin so easily.
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Where your family is kinda shitty and Toji comforts you
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Toji gets home late from a job, and flops on top of you, you share a rare moment of domestic bliss.
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