𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞?
Happy 3k to me! This was inspired by this TikTok video.
🌸No warnings, just low key fluff
🌸AU: Toji has a clumsy ass girlfriend and her friends hate him for being too protective.
🌸Word count: 978
Your friends dislike Toji.
Dislike is too mild a term for how they feel toward him, actually. It almost borders hate.
Especially when he makes faces at things you do.
You spot him from across the road where he’s waiting to pick you up from your girls’ night out and you immediately break away from your friend group, grinning and stumbling forward in your heels without even taking in your surroundings.
Your friends notice your boyfriend’s already scary face scrunching up as he crosses the street, his strides big and hurried.
You almost plummet into Toji’s arms just as he reaches the pavement you’re on, his strong hands already holding you tightly even as you melt into him. He eyes you giggling up at him, drunk and happy.
“Tojiiii!” you sing, reaching for his stubbly chin.
With a firm hand on your hip, he straightens you up as much as your soft-boned body would let him. You’re completely leaning on him, arms around his waist, cheek pressed to his neck.
Smiling at your friends, you slur, “My ride’s here. Thanks for the fun night, ladies!”
Your friends bid drunken farewells to you, before frowning at your boyfriend, who only gives them a salutary nod. Then, you’re whisked away — quite literally — with Toji carrying you with a hand around your waist, walking you back to his car parked at the other side of the road.
Or, worse, when they see him stopping you from doing anything like he’s your babysitter.
Like how you’re at a friend’s wedding, excitedly running back to Toji who’s still seated at your table while you went to take photos, and he immediately holds a hand out in your direction with a finger up. Like a goddamn dog trainer.
“Stop,” he mouths sternly.
You don’t obviously. And your friends are glad you don’t listen to a piece of shit like him. It still boggles them what you actually see in that idiot who treats you like you don’t have a mind of your own.
He groans when you throw yourself into his side, sliding down his torso till you’re sitting on his lap. Even as you circle your arms around his neck with a big smile, your friends notice Toji talking to you, thin brows crumpled, looking so much like he’s scolding a child. They don’t hear what he says to you though, and that context is vital in making him likeable amongst your friend group.
“Baby, stop doing that.”
“What?” you giggle. “I didn’t even do anything wrong.”
“I know. But you’re going to hurt yourself, woman,” he grumbles, the scarred corner of his lip drooping. “Stop running in heels.”
The final straw for them is when you’re all on the dance floor and Toji is just standing there with a beer in hand, watching you twirl and dance with your friends.
“St— Stop that, Princess,” Toji mutters, his beady green eyes set on you and the way your heeled feet move clumsily, his free hand already out to catch you and reel you back in.
“God, Fushiguro!” Utahime exasperates. “Just let her breathe!”
“You’re such an overbearing piece of shit,” Mei Mei mutters under her breath, eyes rolling under her braided hair.
Your bottom lip pushes out in a pout. You grab Toji’s big hand and tug on it, letting him pull you back into him. Placing a protective hand on his chest, you’re about to stand up for your boyfriend when a beer scented sigh cascades down your hair. You look up at him already staring at you, eyes dark and steely, his resting bitch face strong as a mask he wears to guard his emotions.
“I’ll go sit. You be careful, yes?”
You open your mouth to try to persuade him to stay, but his lips are already on your temple and then his warmth is gone, walking away from you and your circle of friends that hate him.
You let them pull you back into the chaotic fun and you soon forget about the little squabble.
That is until you decide to do a little twirl mid-dance.
And suddenly, you’re crashing to the ground, slipping on god knows what, on a completely flat, stable ground. Well, at least you’re sitting sideways prettily in the middle of the dance circle as if you’re at a picnic.
Your friends gasp and try to help you up even as you let out an embarrassed chuckle. But when you’re finally on your feet, you feel a thick arm circling your waist, your boyfriend’s comforting cologne making you grip onto his suit and lean into him.
“Tch. What’d I say?” Toji chides, scrunching his nose down at you slightly. “I knew this was going to happen.”
Without a word to your friends, who have watched the entire show of your boyfriend swooping in to hold you, your boyfriend walks you back to the table where he perches you on his lap, propping you up against his arm, his other hand brushing down your dress.
They watch him fuss over you. Even though he does look like a chastising parent, they see the worry he holds in his eyes and the anxiety of you getting hurt written in the lines on his face as he nags at you.
Especially when he finally cups your cheek and brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. They don’t hear what he says to you before you nod like a dejected puppy and he leans in to kiss you as if to soothe your wounds. But they finally realise that context is important when it comes to judging your boyfriend.
Because all Toji is concerned about is making you remember that, “You’re only allowed to bust those moves with me around, you hear me? I don’t want this pretty face ruined when I’m not even there to stop it from happening.”
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