Finally,You
(Reader x Toji) ~Fluff-Highschool-Romance~
@be4ra1s
The school bell rang sharply through the hallways, and like every morning, everyone poured out at once—voices, footsteps, lockers slamming.
You leaned against your locker, pretending to look for something.
But really… you were waiting.
For him.
Toji walked down the hallway like he always did—hands in his pockets, completely unbothered, like nothing in the world could shake him.
Except… you had started to notice something.
His eyes flicked toward you.
Just for a second.
But it was enough to make your heart skip.
“Are you waiting for him again?” Shoko whispered with a grin, nudging you.
“No,” you said way too quickly.
Across the hall, Toji stood with your shared friend group, laughing at something someone said. But every now and then, his gaze drifted back to you—subtle, almost like he didn’t want to get caught.
“He keeps looking over here, by the way,” Shoko added.
You froze. “What?”
“Yeah. You two are actually hopeless.”
Later, during lunch, you were all sitting outside on the steps. The sun was warm, someone was playing music, and the conversation kept jumping from topic to topic.
You sat between two friends. Toji sat across from you. You barely spoke to each other. But every time someone made a joke, you both looked up at the same time—meeting each other’s eyes for a split second before quickly looking away.
It was almost ridiculous.
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He didn’t get it.
He’d never had trouble talking to people. Ever.
But with you… it was different.
You laughed at things no one else noticed. You actually listened. And when you looked at him, it felt like all that confidence he usually carried just… slipped.
“Dude, just go talk to her,” Geto said beside him.
Toji scoffed. “It’s not that simple.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Toji glanced at you again.
You were smiling at something, playing with your drink, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
What if I mess it up? he thought.
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After class, somehow, you both ended up being the last ones in the classroom.
Completely by accident.
…Right?
You packed your bag slowly.
Too slowly.
He did the same.
Silence.
“Uh…” you both started at the same time.
You looked at each other—and then both laughed.
The tension cracked just a little.
“You go first,” Toji said. “No, you.”
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly annoyed at himself. “I was just gonna ask… are you coming tomorrow? After school?” You smiled. “Yeah. Of course.” A pause.
That’s it?
You wanted to say more. You really did. But the words just… stayed stuck.
As you walked out of the classroom together, your shoulders brushed—just barely.
Almost.
Neither of you made the final move.
Not yet.
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The next day, you were all sitting together again, just like always. Same friends. Same place.
But something had changed. Because now, both of you knew— There was something there.
And even if neither of you knew how to act on it yet…it was only a matter of time before one of you found the courage.
Or maybe—you’d just meet each other halfway.
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The next day felt the same. And yet… not at all.
You were sitting with your friend group on the steps again. Someone was complaining about class, someone else was scrolling through TikTok, and quiet music played from a phone.
But between you and Toji… there was something now.
Unspoken.
You could feel it.
And so could he.
You tried to focus on the conversation, but your eyes kept drifting back to him. He sat a little to the right, looking as calm as ever… but today, he seemed quieter. More thoughtful. Like something was on his mind.
You?
Your heart skipped at the thought.
“Hey, we’re going into town later. You coming?” someone from the group asked. Everyone agreed.
You hesitated—just for a second. “Yeah, sure.” Your eyes flicked to Toji. He gave a small nod. “Me too.”
After school, you all walked together. It was loud, chaotic, everyone talking over each other.
And somehow… it just happened.
Without planning it—you ended up walking next to him. Right next to Toji. Your hands were close. Way too close. Your pulse quickened.
Say something.
“Um…” you started.
He glanced at you. “Hm?”
And suddenly, your mind went blank. “Nothing,” you mumbled quickly. He smirked a little. “You’re bad at saying ‘nothing.’” You laughed. “And you’re good at it?” “Pretty.”
A short pause.
Then, quieter: “…not with you.”
You stopped walking for a second. “What?”
He stopped too. The others kept going ahead, barely noticing. This time, Toji didn’t look away.
Not for a split second. Not casually. He really looked at you. “I mean…” he exhaled, slightly annoyed with himself, “it’s just… different with you.”
Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
“Different… good or bad?” you asked carefully.
He raised an eyebrow. “If it was bad, I wouldn’t keep trying to walk next to you, would I?”
Silence.
Your brain took a second to catch up.
Then—you smiled. Genuine. Warm.
“Good to know…” you said softly.
Your friends called out from ahead. “Hey! You coming or what?!”
You both looked at each other for just a moment longer.
Then you kept walking.
This time… a little closer.
Later, when you were all sitting together again, everything looked the same. Same friends. Same jokes. But now—when your shoulders brushed neither of you pulled away.
Maybe it wasn’t a big confession.
Not some dramatic moment.
But it was a start.
And sometimes…that’s all you need.
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The days after that start to change.
Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But in those small moments no one else really notices.
You’re sitting in class, absentmindedly doodling in your notebook, when suddenly a folded note lands on your desk.
You look up, confused.
A seat behind you, Toji is staring out the window, like he has absolutely nothing to do with it. You unfold the note.
“You’re paying even less attention than usual today.”
You can’t help but smile.
You turn slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.
He just shrugs.
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That afternoon, you’re all hanging out again.
Closer than before.
And no one really points it out.
Or maybe… they do.
“You two have been kinda… weird lately,” Gojo says, glancing between you.
You freeze for a second. Toji, on the other hand, stays completely relaxed. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You talk more… but also somehow less.” Silence.
You don’t know what to say.
Toji leans back. “Maybe we’re just more interesting than you.” The group laughs. The topic drops.
But his eyes meet yours for a moment.
And this time, neither of you looks away.
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A few days later…It’s raining. Hard.
You’re both standing under the small roof outside the school, waiting for it to slow down.
Everyone else already ran off.
It’s just the two of you now. “Don’t you have an umbrella?” he asks. You shake your head. “You?”
He lifts his backpack slightly. “Yeah.”
A short pause.
Then he sighs quietly, almost annoyed with himself.
“Come here.”
A few seconds later, you’re both under a way-too-small umbrella.
Way too close.
Your shoulder brushes against his. Your arm grazes his with every step.
It’s quiet.
Not awkward.
Just… intense.
“You’re pretty quiet today,” he says after a while. You look ahead. “I’m always quiet.” “Not like this.”
You hesitate. “I’m just thinking.” “About?”
You let out a small laugh. “If I tell you, it’ll get weird.” He glances down at you. “I think we’re way past that point.”
Silence.
Rain falls steadily around you.
Your heart beats faster.
“…About you,” you finally say.
He stops walking.
So do you. For a moment, neither of you moves.
Then he exhales slowly. “Good,” he mutters.
You blink. “Good?” He looks at you.
Directly. Honestly. No looking away this time. “Because I’ve been thinking about you this whole time.”
The world suddenly feels… quieter.
Like nothing else matters.
You don’t say anything. You don’t have to.
Because this time—there’s no distance left between you.
Not just physically.
And maybe that was the moment when maybe finally turned into something real.
The rain keeps falling against the umbrella.
But you barely hear it anymore.
All you can hear is your heartbeat.
Too loud. Too fast.
You’re standing in front of Toji, so close you can feel his breath. So close that one small step would be enough. But neither of you moves.
Not yet.
“Say that again…” you manage to whisper. Your voice betrays you. That slight tremble. He raises an eyebrow—not teasing, more surprised. “Which part?” You swallow. “That you…” The words get stuck. He just looks at you. Waits. Doesn’t push. And somehow that makes it worse. Or better.
“That you think about me,” you finally whisper.
Silence. Then a quiet, almost breathless laugh from him. Not because it’s funny. Because he’s nervous. For the first time. “The whole time,” he says softly. Your heart skips—then starts racing even faster.
A step. He moves closer. Or maybe you do.
You’re not even sure anymore. Everything feels a little blurred. His gaze softens in a way you’ve never seen before.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs.
You let out a quiet laugh, even though your heart is completely out of control. “You too.”
Silence again. But this time it’s different. Heavier.
Full. Like something is about to happen.
Now.
Your eyes flick down to his lips.
Big mistake. Or maybe the best one. Because when you look back up—he noticed. Of course he did.
“If I…” he starts quietly. He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to. You shake your head ever so slightly. A silent don’t stop. Or maybe a please.
And then it happens.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like he’s giving you every second to pull away.
But you don’t.
Instead—you lean in too.
When your lips meet, the world really does stop.
No rain.
No school.
No people.
Just you.
And this one feeling that finally found its way out.
It’s not a perfect kiss. A little unsure. A little hesitant. But real. So real it makes you dizzy.
When you pull apart, you stay close.
Way too close to pretend nothing happened. His forehead rests lightly against yours. “…okay,” he murmurs. You let out a breathless laugh. “Okay? That’s it?” He smirks slightly. “I’m trying not to completely lose my mind right now.” “Too late,” you whisper.
He looks at you. And this time there’s nothing held back. No hesitation. Just clarity.
His hand finds yours. Naturally. Like it’s always belonged there. And your heart? Still racing.
But this time—it finally feels right. The rain starts to slow down. But neither of you moves.
Why would you?
You’re still standing under the umbrella, your hand in his, your heart somewhere between way too fast and I can’t think straight anymore.
Toji looks at you like he’s just now realizing what happened.
Or maybe…like this is exactly what he’s been waiting for.
“So…,” you say quietly. Big mistake. Your voice still sounds way too breathless. He raises an eyebrow slightly. “So?” You let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know. I thought you’re supposed to say something smart after that.” He lets out a quiet scoff. “Then we’re both wrong for the job.”
For a moment, you just stand there.
His hand tightens around yours—just slightly.
Not firm.
But intentional.
Like he’s making sure you’re still there.
“Does that mean…,” you start, glancing away for a second, “…that we—” “Yes.” You blink. “I didn’t even finish the sentence.” “Didn’t have to,” he says calmly.
You look at him again. Directly.
“And what exactly does yes mean?”
A small grin spreads across his face. “That I don’t want to just look at you in secret anymore.”
Your heart skips.
“And?”
He steps a little closer.
Again.
“That I want to kiss you without pretending it was an accident.”
Your breath catches.
“And…,” he adds more quietly, “…that I don’t want to let you go anymore.” Silence.
Your fingers squeeze his harder.
An answer.
You feel something inside you finally settle. All that uncertainty. All those what ifs. Gone. Just like that. „Good,” you murmur. He raises an eyebrow. “Good? That’s it?” You smile softly. “I’m trying not to completely lose my mind right now.”
He lets out a quiet laugh.
“Too late,” he says.
The rain has almost stopped. You could leave. Go back to your friends. Back to reality. But instead, you stay. You tug lightly on his hand, pulling him back. He looks at you, surprised. “What?”
You shrug. “Just… a little longer.” His expression softens.
And this time—he kisses you without hesitation.
No pause.
No careful testing like before.
Your heart starts racing again.
Faster.
Stronger.
But now there’s no doubt left.
Just that feeling of finally.
Somewhere in the distance someone calls your names. More than once.
You pull apart slowly. He exhales quietly. “We’re definitely getting made fun of when we go back.”
You grin. “Definitely.” A short pause.
Then: “Worth it.”
And for the first time—
really for the first time—you walk back together. Not just side by side.
But together.