The idiot who tolerated me
pairing. headofstaff!toji x villainess!reader
summary. hehe. y/n is an office worker who gets thrown into her favorite otome game world of JJK. Chaos ensues in her hunt for her fave Toji Fushiguro. Only problem: He is not her biggest fan
warnings. Toji is just too hot for his own good
a/n: my entry for our lord and savior @lilikei 《wc: 1.3k》
You definitely were not supposed to be there.
And you more than definitely were not supposed to be outside your rooms in the middle of the night, creeping around the estate like some sort of thief.
Even if the estate was “your father’s.”
** ~~
It had all started three months ago, when after spending the night drinking away at some office party, you’d stumbled back into the tiny apartment you owned in the middle of Shibuya. You’d been lucky to find it, but the rent every month made you want to personally pick a fight with the entire housing industry.
You’d only managed to kick off your sensible flats at the door, face planting into the small hall opening up into your place, when your PC had lit up with a notification.
Special Event: JJK Verse
Forgetting the fact that you were barely functioning and had the coordination of a newborn, you’d settled in your chair, starting up your favorite otome game. Half-lidded eyes fixed only on the dark-haired presence in the small corner of the banner of the screen.
Toji Fushiguro
You squealed, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around the bulky screen in your need to hug him and maybe get a close-up of his beautiful, perfect, 2D face. Like you could burn it into your mind.
** ~~
You barely remembered the Special Event because you’d woken up the next day, in a bed far, far bigger than one that could fit inside your apartment. Outstretched, your fingertips barely brushed the edges of the bed.
It had taken you a hot minute to get your bearings. And you’d completely forgotten that you were supposed to be the villainess.
That had created problems.
To a certain degree.
Namely, in the form of the devastatingly handsome head of staff, Toji Fushiguro. With his thin-rimmed silver glasses, dark green eyes, and a jawline sharp enough to cut someone. And that adorable furrow between two perfectly shaped eyebrows. And that annoyingly perfect look of disapproval when his lips pursed everytime you opened your mouth.
An embarrassing number of dishes had been broken in his presence. You couldn’t help yourself! When your fave is living and breathing and sharing the same building as you, were you supposed to keep it calm?
Absolutely the fuck not.
You were supposed to throw yourself at him, have him knock you up, and get married. Not necessarily in that order.
Unfortunately, your current reality had other plans.
Chief among them: Toji Fushiguro did not like you.
At all.
He tolerated you. Barely.
Which, to be fair, was already a significant upgrade from what the original villainess had going for her.
But ideally, it would be a little less… clinical.
Less: “My lady, refrain from interfering with staff duties.”
And a little more: “My lady, I would die for you.”
** ~~
Too bad these things took time. Which, unfortunately, was not on your side. Leaning into your role as a villainess came with its own perks, but that also meant there was a price on your head in the form of an executioner, but that was not the point.
You were omnipotent in this world.
Which was why you were in the library, examining documents you had no business to, settled comfortably in Toji’s chair. Pretending that you couldn’t smell the sweetness of pine and the spice of whatever he used in the bath.
“You’re not supposed to be here.” Came a familiar, clipped voice.
You immediately perked up, an expression of pure innocence on your face. “Pardon me?”
“Get out of my office.” He muttered, finally stepping into the light, his usual dark gray coat nowhere to be seen and his black shirt rolled up to his sleeves, his collar more open than it was usually, giving you a sneak peek into his smooth sunkissed skin. His hair was slightly messy, sticking up in all directions. Kind of like a sea urchin. You were sure it was as soft as it looked. And those glasses. You swooned. Those glasses were slightly crooked on his nose, and all you wanted to do was run your fingers over his cheeks and fix them. Maybe kiss him once or twice while you were at it.
You were drooling.
Swallowing, you wiped your mouth, clearing your throat. “You do realize that you work for me, right?”
“I work for your father.” He corrects you.
“And I could have you punished for your tone.” You object, half wondering how long it would take for him to snap and shake some sense into you.
“Try me.” He says easily, sitting down at the edge of his desk and looking down at you, taking the papers from your hands. “What are you going to do, my lady?”
A shiver goes down your spine at his words. He didn’t mean it like that, did he?
“I can think of several things.” You say carefully, fingers inching closer to his thigh as you lean in towards him.
His eyes drift down to your mouth before back up to your eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Look, I have no clue what has… Afflicted you these past few months.”
You shrug. “Maybe I’ve started being more honest with myself.”
He literally snorts at that, not believing your words for a moment. “Right.”
“It would be ideal if you would start to court me.”
“...The fuck?”
“I believe that comes after successful courtship.” You say blandly, hiding a smile.
He stares at you like you’ve just grown three heads. Like trying to figure out whether you have indeed lost your mind or if this is another one of your extremely inconvenient choices. Choices that would have him bear the consequence. “This is a ridiculous joke. Move your hand.”
You slide your hand closer, just enough to feel the heat radiating from his thigh. “It’s really not a joke. I’m serious.”
“You’ve lost your mind.” His eyes find your hand, but he doesn’t make a move to push it away, to put distance between you both. And you were taking it as a win.
“Only in my love for you.”
“There’s something very wrong with you.”
“Absolutely. These are the feelings of someone in love.”
He continues to stare at you, like he can’t tell if he’s dreaming or if this is an elaborate prank to get him fired.
Well, you wouldn’t mind getting him fired if it meant he would be in your care? Your debt? Something. He would definitely be more in your orbit than he was now. You were a villainess after all. You had to get your hands dirty. Besides, you were more than happy to be the provider in this relationship.
“You’re the one who told me to try.” You point out, looking up at him through your lashes, pretending you didn’t know that your robe had slipped open a little too much.
He had a lot of self-control. It would be impressive if it didn’t make you want to scream. His gaze stayed fixated on yours. “Go sleep, my lady.” He says, finally, standing up and turning away, his voice only slightly softer than before. “And try not to wander too much at night.”
You smirked, clearly pleased at winning this round, as you stood as well, deliberately keeping within a hand’s distance of him.. “Try not to think about me too much, Toji.”
The use of his name was casual, intentional.
You heard a soft exhale, your smile only widening as you walk to the door.
“Wait.”
You turned around, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, like you’d not expected this at all.
“Fix your damn clothes.” He mutters, looking away and pretending to busy himself with some papers.
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head before you adjust your robe, quietly leaving his office.
