┃your brother would kill you if he knew how dirty you get with his best friend.
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"Shut up. It's like you want to get caught."
his mouth is clamped on your face, trying to contain the moans escaping your mouth but his hand could only do so much. You're straddling his giant quads while he thrusts up into you from below.
It's 2am. You're supposed to be sleeping but instead, you're getting fucked by your brother's best friend. Your brother is sleeping a couple rooms down, completely unaware.
"Get off." he demands.
"Wha— why?"
"You don't know how to shut the fuck up."
He's lifting you off, but you clutch on to his shoulders, gluing yourself to him.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll shut up, please don't stop." you're so close to unraveling but it's just so, so hard to keep quiet. He reaches over to the foot of the bed and grab the panties he ripped off of you moments ago.
"Open."
You open your mouth and feel your own panties being shoved in your mouth. You look at him with wide, clueless eyes that ask him, "why?", but he thrusts up into you harshly, telling you to deal with it.
squelch squelch squelch
is all you hear right now, and the occasional groan from Toji. His hands hold your arms behind your back, leaving you helpless.
He's thrusting inside your warm cunt, fast and hard, chasing his own high. His mouth is slightly open, and his breath hits your shoulder blade, making you shiver.
"You're just gonna' let me use you like this? Huh?"
His hands move down to your ass, spreading you wide open so you can take all of him. You want to tell him it's too much, but you don't dare take the cloth out of your mouth; you know how mean he could be.
You resort to slapping him harshly on his chest, but he only slaps you right across the face. You whine loudly, arching your back in pain.
"Too much? Poor baby. Too bad you can't talk, huh?" he coos.
You love it. You love it so, so much. The way he's so much bigger than you made the sex 10x better, and he's so strong, putting you in whatever position he wanted you in.
"Can I fill you up, baby? Make you all mine?" how can you say no when he's asking so nicely?
You bob your head up and down, pleading him with your watery eyes. He comes so hard inside of you that his body is twitching aggressively in pleasure; his groans turned into soft moans, making you come all over him soon after. You both stay there, still dazed.
You take your panties out of your mouth, "Asshole," but you only earn a sharp slap to your ass.
knock knock knock
"Hey, is everything alright in there? Have you seen Toji?"
I guess the panties weren't as effective as Toji thought.
husband!toji who acts like nothing fazes him, but the second baby!gumi grabs his finger, he goes completely still, like he’s holding something fragile and sacred.
husband!toji who never smiles in public, barely reacts to anything, but at home? baby!gumi giggles once and he’s cracking the softest, rarest smile you’ve ever seen.
husband!toji who carries baby!gumi everywhere, one arm effortlessly holding him against his chest, like it’s second nature, like he was always meant to do this.
husband!toji who pretends he doesn’t understand baby talk, but still listens carefully when you ramble to baby!gumi, quietly memorizing every little thing that makes his son happy.
husband!toji who falls asleep on the couch with baby!gumi on his chest, one large hand covering the baby’s back protectively, like nothing in the world could take him away.
husband!toji who doesn’t trust anyone else to hold baby!gumi for too long, always watching closely, arms crossed, ready to step in the second something feels even slightly off.
husband!toji who hums quietly when rocking baby!gumi to sleep, not even realizing he’s doing it, his usual rough edges softening in a way no one else ever sees.
husband!toji who lets baby!gumi grab his hair, his shirt, anything, never once pulling away, just watching him with this quiet, unreadable fondness.
husband!toji who gets oddly competitive over firsts—first word, first step—pretending he doesn’t care, but secretly hoping baby!gumi says “dad” before anything else.
husband!toji who wakes up instantly at the smallest sound from baby!gumi, even before you do, already on his feet and checking on him without a word.
husband!toji who teaches baby!gumi the most random things, like how to grip properly or stay balanced, even as a baby, like he’s preparing him for everything.
husband!toji who sits quietly beside you while you feed baby!gumi, one hand resting on your thigh, the other lightly brushing over the baby’s head.
husband!toji who memorizes baby!gumi routines better than he lets on, knowing exactly when he’s tired, hungry, or just wants to be held without being told.
husband!toji who looks at you differently after is born, quieter, deeper—like you gave him something he never thought he’d have, and he doesn’t know how to say it.
husband!toji loves spanking you when you don't wear your ring...
truth be told, you do it on purpose. this isn't the first time he's bent you over for this reason, and it surely won't be the last.
"told you" smack! "not to" smack! "try this shit" smack! "again." smaaack! your pretty, tear covered face is pushed into the couch cushions, warm leather and toji's musk filling your nose. he's got you bent over his lap, ass high in the air, perfect for hitting.
how gravelly his voice gets when he's angry and turned on never ceases to make your panties wet. his boner is pressing into your tummy. knowing how much it turns him on when you misbehave, it's a surprise he actually expects you to listen to him.
"you know i don't like other guys hitting on you. that's my job."
'that's why i do it,' you think. you wiggle your ass at him in response, mainly because you can't use your mouth.
of course, it sets him alight (and makes his dick twitch a bit) "you think this is funny? do it again. i dare you."
everyone knows you don't say no to dares. you shake your ass again, but not without a giggle. considering the angry huff your husband let out, maybe it wasn't a good idea. you'll never know though, because he's already grabbed a fistful of your hair, strong hands yanking your head out the cushions.
the spanks that follow are unforgiving. the living room echoes with each impact, makes the flesh of your ass ripple before and after the next.
"bet this is what you want all those guys to do, huh?" you can't tell if he's saying it more to your or himself, voice low and pointed. "lookin' at my fuckin' wife."
"no toji, no," you whimper.
"fucking liar." smack! "admit you do it for attention, now."
you weakly shake your head, motions stifled by the hand in your hair.
"you want me to spank this pussy next?" your pussy's saying yes, your head is shaking no.
he doesn't give you time to reply, spanking hand moving to pull down your wetting panties. the cool air hits your slit, making you shiver. "fuck... look how pretty she is," he says, hypnotized. he shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. "too bad i have to spank her."
your slick and his hand make for a loud, filthy sound when he hits the soft skin. "toji! stop it!" "not until you admit it," he groans in your ear.
reluctantly, and with a tear or two, you say it: "i don't wear my ring for attention!" you whimper out. immediately, his motions stop. he's letting go of your hair, keeping you up by a loose grip on your neck instead.
"that's what i like to hear." his large thumb is caressing your cheek, gripping and rubbing that sting out. "there there, shh," he coos, attempting to stop the pain he caused. "if you just said it first, we wouldn't have this problem." still being a bastard, though.
"we both know that's a lie, toji." he grins at your little sniffle. "maybe i am lying." he knows he is. "well then, you need to apologize for it." his eyebrow quirks up, signature move for 'what the hell are you talking about.'
"and how should i apologize, wifey?" his rubbing motions have stopped, going back to massaging the doughy flesh like bread. "well," you say, wincing, "you could start by showing me what's in those boxers. it's been poking me this whole time."
the air becomes hot, like the ac is listening in. "only if you put the ring on." his eyes are clouded, knowing he's about to take his wife. "you can slide it on when you make me cum," you retort.
smiling, he picks you up, bare feet padding across the floor to the bedroom. it's things like that, silent 'yes's that made you fall in love with him. your pussy throbs against him, knowing it's about to be turned out by your hot husband.
you questioned as toji peeled your sleeping son off of your chest, carefully setting him down in his crib next to you. megumi let out his sweet little sleepy babbles before returning to sleep.
"s'my fuckin' turn." was all he said before plopping his large frame on top of yours while nuzzling his head into your neck and lazily wrapping his muscular arms around your waist.
you let out a small groan as he fell onto you, his incredibly heavy body nearly knocking the wind out of you, "oh my god toji get y'r fatass off f'me— I can't breathe."
"nah. that little shit wants to keep me up all night with his loud ass crying, then try 'n keep me away from my woman? 'm not moving hun."
"he's just a baby toji. YOUR son matter of fact."
"I don't give a damn, he's a greedy little shit."
"yeah because he's the greedy one that's crying on my chest right now because I haven't given him enough attention today." you rolled your eyes at the man who didn't even lift his head to argue back, and instead inhaled your scent as you spoke.
"it's been longer than a day, you haven't even kissed me all week." he responded in a gruff yet somewhat whiny voice.
you paused for a moment, trying to recollect a time you have kissed him this week, but your mind came up blank. were you really this preoccupied with your son that you hadn't even noticed how much your used-to-be-brute of a husband missed you?
"oh my... 'ji you're right..." you trailed off lost in thought. becoming a parent really does take a toll on you.
"yea. I've been changin' the brats’ diapers, feeding him, and showerin' him with all my love. what do I get? absolutely fuckin' nothing." he grumbled into your neck.
you almost laughed at how childish he sounded, but you held it in to tease comfort your needy husband.
"awww my poor baby is feeling so abandoned. m'sorry baby." you ran a hand through his hair and fought back your laughter.
toji's head shot up and he glared down at you, "you really teasing me right now mama?"
you pursed your lips in order not to smile in his face, but it failed miserably, causing toji to begin lifting himself off of you in annoyance, maybe even a bit of embarrassment. you wrapped your arms around his neck causing him to pause midway, "okay okay im sorry 'ji !" you said through giggles, before calming your self down.
"no you aren't. whatever 'm sleepin' on the couch—"
you pulled his face down yours before pressing a sweet kiss onto his lips.
pulling away slowly, you batted your lashes up at your less angry husband, "don't go. I missed you too."
toji felt himself fall apart right then and there. after the all long nights feeding megumi, grumpy mornings leaving for work, and lonely afternoons he spent away from you cause he had to watch the annoying brat while you took a much needed nap, he was finally back in your arms.
who cares if it was pathetic. the man missed his wife.
god forbid a man misses his wife. anyways its finally the weekend yall so im gonna try and update as much as possible!!
toji didn’t know how his day went from running errands with you after the gym to standing in a pet shelter, crossed-armed, while you squatted in front of the glass, practically pressing yourself against it, cooing at the cats.
he was far from an animal person; he never wanted one, never planned on getting one. until today, it seems you’ve decided to change that.
“oh.my.god, he just blinked at me…”
his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull, but he smirked despite himself.
“it’s a fuckin’ cat, baby, not a stuffed animal. he’s gonna blink.”
“yeah, but at me,” you emphasized, already having made up your mind. you turned back to him, grin tugging at your lips.
“see, he’s already decided he’s coming home with us, ji.”
“christ…”
toji was reluctantly standing at the register, the next thing he knew. watching your brows furrow seriously as you took in every instruction the employee gave about pet care and other things he’d need.
“and that’s everything, he’s all yours,” the employee smiled at your enthusiasm, handing over the cat in its crate, “should get his shots soon, but besides that, enjoy him, he’s a good boy.”
the drive home consisted of your squealing every time the cat so much as breathed. each movement makes your heart turn to mush, purely swoon.
toji watched through the rearview mirror. it was painfully cute, his girl so obsessed over a damn ball of fur.
he might’ve even felt a bit jealous—which he’d never tell you.
it had been a week since you got the cat, named it something ridiculously cute yet fitting. the cat took up most of your attention now, feeding, petting, playing, leaving toji feeling like a third wheel.
to a damn cat.
whenever you weren't around, he could've sworn he caught the cat hissing or shooting daggers his way.
almost gloating that he got your attention now.
it was a competition, and toji knew he wasn't making it up; the jerk was manipulating you, and only he could see.
he’d had enough by the third week, catching you off guard while you applied a face mask. strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
“ji–”
“you forgettin’ about me, woman? bout’ who was your good boy first?”
you nearly snorted, staring at his serious reflection incredously. “are you–”
“answer the question, did you seriously let that cat take my place?” he nipped your neck gently between nuzzles, ignoring the squeak you made.
“ji, i didn’t forget you.”
“sure seems like it. the little furry bastard gets more attention than me. and i’m the one who has the dick–”
you cut him off with a firm kiss, not even caring that he was messing up your skincare. the rare moments he got all needy and clingy were your favorites.
“i didn’t forget you, or...your dick, okay? you’re still my good boy…promise,” you murmured seriously, cupping his face and trying not to sound too amused.
“good.” he grunted, pressing a firm kiss in return, sealing it.
“that little fur ball hasn’t got shit on me anyway.”
“mhmm…”
“so…you gonna buy me a collar too now?”
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a/n: i missed writing for my man, plus I love soft toji. and yes, he used his small savings for it. mlist
toji can’t find anyone but you attractive anymore.
in which toji realizes you've ruined him for anyone else.
toji realizes he’s no longer attracted to other women and thinks there must be something wrong with him and his dick. because surely it’s not normal for him to have such a visceral reaction to your presence yet not feel even a twinge of lust towards the woman sidling up beside him at the bar—the third one to approach him in the past hour. hell, it took him three minutes to even notice the woman was there—he’d been so preoccupied smiling at your texts before shiu nudged him.
he glances at the woman. she’s objectively beautiful and seems bold and flirtatious, clearly interested in him as she flashes a wide smile and scoots closer to him. she’s the kind he’d have gone for without hesitation before he met you, the kind who knows what she wants and would give him a good no-strings-attached one night stand. he doesn’t even entertain that idea now, though—he finds the mere thought repulsive.
before he met you, toji thought he had a type, but then why is it that he hasn't found himself attracted to anyone who fits that type as of late?
he never used to understand how people could be in exclusive relationships and never have wandering eyes. he thought they were surely deluding themselves or lying just to appease their partners. while toji himself never cheated in past relationships, not out of morality but just because he couldn't be bothered, he never expected himself to be unable to find others attractive. the prospect was so absurd that it'd never crossed his mind, not even when he started to fall for you. and he never believed you when you claimed that there was no one else you’d want to be with. in fact, he’d laughed, mostly because he had internalized all the hatred projected onto him as a child about being an unlovable abomination, and he convinced himself that you'd grow to feel the same towards him after a while.
even though he thought you were beyond perfect and far too good for him, he still didn’t see how one could just turn off their attraction to others like a fucking light switch. what red-blooded man wouldn't get excited or aroused at the sight of a beautiful woman?
but it’s evident that he’s wrong, because he barely noticed the woman beside him pressing her tits to his arm because he was so preoccupied staring at the picture you texted him. it’s just a selfie of you, at your friend’s apartment for a girls’ night; the lighting is dim and the photo is a bit blurry as if you took it with a shaky hand—you’re probably tipsy already, you were always a lightweight—but you’re smiling and so damn beautiful as always. in contrast, when he finally acknowledges the woman flirting with him and brushes her off callously, he feels nothing.
“damn, fushiguro,” one of his friends remarks. “didn’t even give her a chance. you never do to anyone who tries to hit on you these days. she was real pretty and way into you.”
“fuck off,” toji retorts, suddenly feeling bitter as he realizes he’d much rather be home with you right now than in this crowded, dingy bar. god, what have you done to him? “i have a girl now, remember? i’m not gonna go around leading on other women.”
“shit, you’re still with her? like, exclusively?”
“fuck else would it be? we’ve always been exclusive,” toji grumbles, annoyed that anyone would imply that you were just a casual fuckbuddy to him.
“you’re really settling down?” his friend laughs, looking around to make sure the rest of the group heard him right. “i get busy and don’t see you for a few months, and you completely change. never thought i’d see the day where fushiguro could stick to one girl for longer than a month. what’s her secret, huh?”
“i don’t fucking know,” toji growls. “it’s just the way shit is now, okay?”
“this really the same guy who said ‘over my dead body’ when i told him how one day he’d feel the same way for a woman as i feel about my wife? the same guy who told us he wasn’t cut out for dating and that girlfriends were too much of a burden?”
reminded that he did in fact utter those reprehensible words, toji becomes filled with worry as he realizes just how much he’s changed since dating you. changed for the better, undoubtedly, but it scares him nonetheless. “am i fucking broken? did she break me?” he mutters to himself, sounding genuinely nervous.
shiu bursts out laughing. “tamed you for sure.”
toji scowls at them. his mind is reeling as he tries, for a second, to imagine if he hadn’t met you and just kept living the way he previously did—recklessly and selfishly, as if the world owed him something for the pain it’d caused him. as if he was justified in being a douchebag to everyone, be it his targets or friends or women he hooked up with. he can hardly reconcile that he was that type of person not even a year ago.
he thinks about how he is around you, how gentle and patient he is—and how naturally it feels to act that way around you. and he realizes that that mellowness has seeped into his interactions with everyone else, too. he makes small talk with local business owners when running errands. he says “thank you” to customer service workers and even tips somewhat generously. he makes an effort to force a smile at people he passes in the street ever since that one time you told him that everyone is probably scared shitless of him because of that grumpy expression he always wears.
what the hell have you done to fushiguro toji?
if you were to ever leave him, how would he cope? he can’t imagine going back to his old self—that version of toji is essentially dead now. but he can’t imagine staying the way he is without you. you’ve changed him so much that his current identity might as well be tied to yours.
it’s a terrifying thought to think of the only source of happiness and love he’s ever felt in his life disappearing at any given time. it’s scary that his well-being is so dependent on another person. he wouldn’t be able to move on from you, he just knows he couldn’t.
he must be voicing fragments of these thoughts aloud because shiu nudges him and says, “that's the whole fucking point, idiot. you're not supposed to let her get away.”
he’s just stating the obvious, really, but toji sits up and stares in awe at shiu as if he’s had an epiphany. the other man just scoffs and exchanges a knowing look with the others.
toji’s still thinking about this whole situation when he holds you in his arms later that night. he sleeps on his side, spooning you, crushing your body against his and reveling in the way you fit against him so perfectly. he thinks he only likes his body when it's closely intertwined with yours. he wants to tell you all the things he's thinking, about how he realized he could never get over you and that he might not ever be attracted to anyone else ever again. but he knows you might overthink it and interpret it as him implying that this indifference to other women is a new development and that he's been lusting over others for the entirety of your relationship thus far. and that couldn’t be further from the truth—he truly hasn't and can't imagine he ever will.
the more toji dwells on this, he realizes that getting hit on isn't entertaining or an ego boost anymore–it's just a burden, especially when he imagines you seeing it happen and feeling hurt. he’d never want his sweet girl to feel insecure about your relationship because you have nothing to worry about. why would he look for shallow attention somewhere else when you're the only person who has ever cared to see him, understand him, and love him anyway? how could his eyes wander to other women when he’s blessed enough to have the most beautiful one in the whole world in his arms every single night?
maybe it's time to finally buy that ring that’s been at the back of his mind. because toji knows that there’s no one else out there who’s worth giving up what he’s built with you—and he wants you to know it.
i feel like this could be a great prequel to an angsty toji fic i plan to write sometime...
your son had tap-danced on your last nerve for the last month and you were inches away from snapping.
from mouthing off over simple instructions to getting in trouble at school.
you were at your wit's end.
this time you were arguing with him about how you caught him stealing your car last night to take a drive with his girlfriend.
"i don't know why you're complaining, the car doesn't even have any scatches." he huffed, head propped up by his elbow as he sat at his desk.
"that's not the point! you took the car without permission, which is disrespectful. i didn't even tell your father because i wanted to have a proper conversation with you." you explained, trying not to yell.
"and? you're wasting your breath, i brought the car back. you should be thankful, nag." he mutters, turning around to face his laptop.
you felt like you wanted to scream. well, until your husband appeared. he slammed the laptop shut, turning your son's chair to face him.
"look at me, brat," toji spoke quietly, but the air was tense. your son slowly looked up, nervousness washing over him.
"do you know who the fuck you're talking to?" he asked, but it wasn't a question.
"that is my wife. you disrespect her, you disrespect me." he leaned in, almost nose to nose with your son. "disrespect her again and you will face me. understood?" toji's voice had lost that natural ego, now full of discipline and edge.
"u-understood." your son spluttered, face pale and hands shaking.
your husband stood up straight, walking over to you and kissing your forehead. "dinner's almost ready, my love."
S Y N O P S I S ... toji is convinced that youre obsessed with choso and doesn't realize how obvious he's being about his jealousy. too bad he doesn't realize the feelings are mutual. and too bad he's taking out his jealousy on poor choso (send help ( ._. )"" )
A U T H O R ' S N O T E ... upon anon req! sorry if it's a little ooc, i don't write for toji often and as usual, she is not proofread ;( still! i hope you enjoyy w/c 1.5k
creds! dividers by cursed-carmine, pictures and art from pinterest!!
taglist! @iwouldbesopleased @snooki-doodle
"yo toji, do you know where-"
"no idea."
toji walks out of the kitchen the second choso comes in and everyone hears the way the former slams his door. choso sweat drops as he looks to gojo and geto for any clarity. "did i do something?"
gojo and geto, who were sitting at the table enjoying cereal, only shrug; both as equally confused as choso. "did u lace his shit or something?" gojo asks, mouth full of cereal and practically spraying it everywhere, causing geto to reprimand him. "don't speak with your mouth full, idiot." gojo merely ignores him and continues to speak as he eats, "shut up, mom."
choso ignores their regular bickering and answers, "he hasn't gotten anything from me in a while, actually."
geto suggests, "maybe it's just one of those moods. y'know how he gets."
the three of them try to shrug it off, oblivious to the real reasoning behind toji's sour mood. toji has always made it a habit to keep an eye on you, especially at parties, and from his observations, he has come to the conclusion that you have the biggest, fattest, most annoying crush on choso. everytime you were at parties with him, you always asked if choso was going to be there; "where's choso?" "do y'know if choso's coming?" "i need to ask choso something!"
in truth, you only ever asked for choso because recently, you had started helping him out with his selling. especially win finals were beating everyone's ass, more and more people wanted something to take the edge of. he was the most well known source on campus so it was only natural he had more people but he could not keep up with the orders, or really anything, for the life of him. so you helped him track everything and whatnot. plus, choso gave you freebies in return so it was a win-win!
honestly, if you weren't as cute as you were, toji would've found you infinetly more annoying. and as much as he wants to hate you, he knows he can't fault you for some crush on his friend.
so instead, he'll hate choso.
it started out as little things, such as trying to avoid him. but eventually, his jealousy and resentment festered into something harsher, and even more annoying to deal with for the frat. and especially for choso.
"listen man," choso starts, "i don't know what i did for you to act like this but this shit's getting old. what the hell did i do to you?"
"not a damn thing," toji practically spits out. on his way out of the frat house, he purposely bumped his shoulder against choso's, causing the latter to falter slightly before toji leaves, letting the door slam behind him.
choso curses under his breath in annoyance before falling onto the couch in exhaustion. it had been more than two weeks of this behavior and toji still won't tell anyone anything about why he suddenly hated choso's entire being. sukuna walks into the living room after hearing the loud slam. he sees choso sprawled on the couch in exasperation and puts the pieces together.
"toji again?" sukuna asks. choso only grunts out a response before he fumbles around in his pocket for a pre-roll and lighter. placing the stick in his mouth, he fights with his lighter until sukuna comes up to him and lights it for him with his own lighter. choso mumbles a "thanks" and inhales before blowing the cloud of smoke away from sukuna.
"and you're sure you didn't lace his shit?" sukuna jokes.
"i wish i had," choso grumbles, already fed up with the entire situation.
"y'know if him and yn broke up or something?" sukuna asks, taking a seat on the couch as well.
"didn't even know they were dating. where'd you get that from?"
"maybe they aren't then. you would think with the way toji eyeballs her during parties that he's made it official by now," sukuna replies. "but she's probably your best bet to getting to the bottom of this. he's pretty much obsessed with the girl so maybe he told her why he's soo pissed at you."
choso looks almost shocked that sukuna's plan was actually kind of good. "y'know if she's coming to party tonight?"
"should be, she never misses these parties," sukuna says.
just as they thought, you show up at the party fashionably late and all dolled up. you greet all of your friends and was about to head over to toji, who you saw towering over the crowd of people in the distance, before choso approaches you.
from toji's perspective, choso is yet again cock-block of the year. he was standing a fair distance from you with sukuna with choso blocks his view of you and pulls you out of the crowd and, ultimately, away from him. toji grips the can of beer harder, enough for the crinkle of the metal to be heard. sukuna, who saw the entire thing and the way toji reacted merely chuckled before taking a swig of his own drink. so that's what this is about, sukuna thinks to himself.
"why don't you just talk to her," sukuna offers. "you haven't seen her in a while right?"
toji is gruff in his response, "exam season's a bitch. she's had back to back finals so i haven't had a chance."
"here's your chance then, romeo," sukuna laughs, elbowing his friend and urging him to catch up to you. "yn and choso are just friends. i think everyone but you knows that she has a crush on you."
"shut up, man," toji says in annoyance, chugging the remainder of his drink.
"it's true. in fact, im so certain that you should go and tell her everything. and give choso a break, damn. i haven't seen that guy so stressed out since his kid brother got shipped off to that charter school."
the two laugh at the memory, it was a while ago when choso found out that yuji itadori was getting sent to some technical school for highschool. choso seriously thought he was never going to see him again since it was some fancy abroad program. poor guy was practically pulling his hair out in stress.
in truth, toji felt bad about the whole thing. choso was one of his closest friends and he knows it was petty of him to be going to such lengths just because of some wack hypothesis. as much as he hates to admit it, sukuna was right. he hands his friend his empty can before heading off to the direction you went it. toji was going to apologize to choso but first, he was going to ask you out on a real date.
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choso pulls you to the back patio where it was more quiet, with only a few people out there but there was still music playing so no one could hear your conversation.
"hey cho! what's up?" you ask.
"have you talked to toji recently?" choso begins, "has he told you anything about me?"
you hum in thought, "in all honesty, i haven't seen him in a while. our schedules havent been lining up recently. but why do you ask? did something happen between the two of you?"
choso lets out a sigh, "i wish i knew. the past two weeks he's just been on my dick for no reason."
you can't help but giggle at that, "well that does sound like him."
the dark haired male shakes his head. "this is different than those times," he disagrees. "he's like, actually pissed off at me. usually whenever he gets like this, he's over it within a few days. but it's been going on like this for way too long for it to be something simple."
this catches your attention; yes, toji had his moods and would often just ignore it before it ultimately fizzled out and he was back to normal. but more often than not, these little mood swings of his would last no more than a couple days. it was unlike him to ignore one of his closest friends like this.
"i'll go find him and see if i can get to the bottom of this for you, cho," you tell him. choso visibly relaxes in relief and pulls you into a hug in grattitude. you return it easily and rub his back, reassuring him that this would blow over. from your position, you looked up to see toji a good few feet away with an unreadable look on his face. you pull away from choso with a smile and go to wave toji down only for him to turn away with such a furious look it almost made you flinch. choso turns around just in time to see toji rushing off and he also pieces the entire situation together. he drags his hands down his face in frustration just as you excuse yourself to go hunt down toji.
you push and shove past the sea of bodies trying to find toji. by the time the crowd parts just enough for you to squeeze through, you see toji at the makeshift bar making out with a girl. you don't know why your chest hurts to see the way he grips her waist and pulls her even closer. you had no claim on him, you knew this. but some part you—some stupid, idiotic part— had thought that you would be fine with that. you could have toji even if it wasn't officially. though, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, the ache in your chest just wouldn't fade away.
ta-daaa omg first toji fic,, how do we like (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
edit!! alright party people part two is out :DD read her here!!
