who would've thought NERD!TOJI and HOCKEY PLAYER!TOJI are the same person?!
nerd!toji who gets paired with you for the semester project in advanced programming. “fushiguro and you, work together.” he’s the big guy in the back row, always in that faded black hoodie, glasses sliding down. he doesn’t talk much. when you sit next to him he nods and mumbles “let’s get this done.”
you’re shy about it at first. he’s quiet but his notes are scary good. he even fixes your messy code in two seconds, he also leaves sticky notes on your part that say shit like “this loop is trash, rewrite it” or “add comments or i’ll do it for you.” you bring him black coffee one day as thanks. he takes it, mutters “didn’t have to,” but his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.
he starts showing up early to your study sessions in the library corner. same table every time. knee bumps yours under the table and he doesn’t move it. you catch him glancing when you bite your lip over an error. one night you’re stuck bad and about to lose it.
he scoots closer, “breathe. you missed a bracket here, see?”
his shoulder brushes yours and his ears go a little red as you thank him.
your roommate drags you to a hockey home game one time. “come on, hot guys and free popcorn.” you’re in the stands, half zoned out, until they call fushiguro. a big guy on skates flies out, graceful and mean. he scores twice and when he rips the helmet off mid game, shakes out that messy black hair, your stomach drops.
it’s him. your project partner. the quiet nerd you know.
hockey player!toji is a whole different animal on the rink. he wears the jersey number 7, massive pecs, moves way too smooth for someone his size. he’s the enforcer. he throws clean checks that rattle the boards and leave the other team shaking. it’s obvious he loves the physical stuff, dropping gloves when someone gets too dirty with his teammates, scar on his lip splitting into a cocky grin while blood’s still on his knuckles. he scores when he wants to, but mostly he’s out there protecting, slamming bodies, it’s no doubt he owns the ice. crowd goes wild every time he throws a big hit. same broad shoulders and black hair, but no glasses.
he spots you in the crowd. eyes lock for a second then that usual small smile turns into a full cocky grin, the kind he never shows in the library. after the game he finds you outside, still in pads, breathing fog in the cold.
“didn’t know you came to these,” he says.
“didn’t know you were…. that.”
he chuckles, rubs the back of his neck. “well it’s a hobby and i like the hitting part.”
you laugh nervous and he steps closer, still towering even without the skates. he asks if you’re hitting the library tomorrow for the project.
“see you, partner.”
after that things feel different. you still work on the code but he sits closer, texts you at night “code done yet?” even when he knows you’re both stuck. one evening the library kicks everyone out early, “my dorm’s right here, quieter.”
his room is small. hockey stuff in the corner, bed kinda made. you sit at his desk while he drops on the bed, legs spread. you get some work done before you hit another wall. he leans in from behind, chest against your shoulder.
“c’mere, lemme look.”
you end up between his knees. he fixes it easy but he doesn’t move back. his hand rests on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow.
“been thinking about you not just for this project.”
you nod, “me too.”
he kisses you first, scar on his lip rough against yours. then he pulls you onto his lap gentle, big hands on your waist. it builds easy from there. clothes off piece by piece. he lays you on his bed, hovers over you, glasses still on and fogging a bit. fingers between your legs, learning what makes you gasp, watching your face the whole time.
when he pushes in it’s deep and slow, one hand gripping your hip. groaning low in your ear about how good you feel.
after, he pulls you against his chest, arm heavy around you. mutters “stay” into your hair while his thumb stroke your side.
nerd!toji and hockey player!toji. same tall, scarred, green-eyed guy.
who would’ve thought the project partner who slams bodies for fun would end up like this.
