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[tojismain]

clenched jaws and promises — part 2

part 1

The both of you drove in silence for a while, you were looking out the window and Toji’s hands had turned white from his clutch on the steering wheel. 

“Sweetheart.”

You turn to him.

He looks at you for a brief second before turning back to the road, his face stuck in a glare. “What did she say to you?”

“What?” You asked, keeping clueless. “Who?”

“You’re not dumb, baby. Don’t act like it.” He replies.

You inhale a breath and look back out the window, “She didn’t say anything.”

You can see him turn to look at you again, quiet for a moment before he looks straight ahead. 

“Then tell me what’s wrong.”

“Toji, nothing’s wrong.” You say, exasperated.

“Bullshit.” He iterates and the car slows to a stop in the middle of the road. “I know you’re lying. I can see it on your face and I can hear it in your voice. Stop avoiding my question and tell me what’s wrong.”

Your heart pounds harder in your chest and you look at him, worried. “Toji, the car. You can’t just stop-” 

“There’s no one here. Tell me or I’m not moving.” His eyes were now fixed on you as he waited for a reply, and you feel scrutinized in the worst way. 

You were scared; what if what she said was true, what if toji throws you aside the moment he realizes you won’t change into someone else, what if the car gets hit because you couldn’t talk.

Tears gather in your eyes as you look at him. He notices them and moves his hands back on the wheel. 

He closes his eyes as he breathes in harshly. “Fuck.” He moves the car again and you feel like you can breathe again.

“I’m sorry, angel.” Angel.  He only ever used that pet name when he hurt you, and the fact that he was apologizing softened the fear in your chest.

You fiddle with your fingers on your lap, “She just got in my head about something.” You say. “It’s stupid.” 

“It’s not stupid. I don’t like the way you’re acting right now, baby. What did she say to you?” He was adamant on figuring out what was hurting you so bad. 

You swallow and explain, “That you have a type.” Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you continue, “And I'm not it. I’m not what you need. Sooner or later you’ll get bored and- I don’t know. It just makes sense—everything she said.”

“That makes sense to you?” He repeats and then parks the car on the side of the road. 

You turn your eyes away from him.

“No. Look back at me.” He was also adamant on making you understand something.

You felt hot, regardless of the cold air outside and inside the car. But you turn to look at him anyway.

“Get one thing through your head, right now. You’re it for me. I’d never get bored of you. I would never get tired of you. I don’t know what type of bullshit she fed you, but she doesn’t know us, does she?”

You keep quiet but he wants an answer.

“Does she?” He repeated and you felt like crying. Actually, you were certain you were crying.

You shake your head and look down. 

“Then tell me you understand.” 

You don’t know what it was about her and why her words affected you so much. Maybe you had been thinking about this for a while and she confirmed your doubts. 

“You’re used to a different life than mine. I can’t be that girl she was talking about—the type you have or used to have. I don’t want you to feel like you have to settle for me and then realize you have it all wrong.” 

All you could think was now was the time he would tell you to get out of the car, but regardless of his hostile kindness, he would never hurt you more than you’ve already been hurt. 

“Do you really think I don’t know what I want and what I like? Do you think I don’t know that I want you? You’re the only one I want and the only one I'll ever want and if someone gets in your head about that, you talk to me about it.” He reaches forward and tilts your head up.

“Does that make sense, sweetheart?” You look away but he follows your eyes with his own, his eyebrows furrowed as he waits. 

You look at him longer for the first time since you got in the car. He looked completely and honestly sincere. That’s when you decide to believe in someone for the first time in your life. 

You nod your head in reply, and he swipes his thumb over your cheek to wipe the tears.

“Good.” He looks at you for an instant longer, committing your face to memory.

He then places one hand on your thigh and the other goes back to the steering wheel. It was almost as if he was scared you’d disappear, and tonight more than any other night, he needed to know that you would stay.

aurelia

[tojismain]

clenched jaws and promises

someone tells you that you're not toji's type, were they right or are you just scared?

“You’re Toji’s girl, right?” This girl had been staring at you for the entirety of the party, waiting for her moment to pounce and you just left Toji to get some hors d’oeuvres at the end of the hallroom while he greeted someone. 

“Uh yeah.” You replied, smiling slightly. 

She hums with an amused smile. “You’re different from what I expected.” 

You could’ve imagined the whole thing, but you could swear that the sentence carried a venomous tone. 

“Oh? What did you expect?” You asked, hoping you misread her intention. 

“I mean...” She gestures over your frame with her black-painted acrylics. “Just- you know, you’re not really his type. Not what I expected to see.” Definitely venomous.

“And what exactly is his type?” Your smile was completely gone as you stared at her. 

“Different, that’s all. Guess he switched up, didn’t he?” Her smile grows at the sight of your discomfort and you were certain your eye was twitching. 

“I guess so.” You grasped the glass in your hand tighter. 

She steps closer and leans her head forwards as she whispers, “He’s going to get bored, you know? He needs someone exciting. I doubt you and your life can keep it enticing for him. No offense, you just seem like the fragile-type. I mean you probably didn’t even want to come to this, did you?” 

"Yeah." She laughs as she backs up before continuing, her voice back to normal, “But what do I know? Maybe he’s into that.” And you doubt she knew what Toji needed. 

Your jaw was clenched and your words come out shaky, “Thanks for letting me know.” 

She brushes her hand over your shoulder, “No worries! Just giving you a heads up. It’s pathetic to see someone cling on to something that’s clearly not meant to be.”

In that moment, you wished you were more confrontational and could slap her, but you walk away before causing a scene. 

You end up in the fancy bathrooms looking at yourself in the mirror. Was she right? You knew Toji went for different types of girls before you, but that means nothing right? But, all you could see was a reflection of things you weren’t for him.

You spent some time in there fixing your makeup and trying not to let her words affect you. It wasn’t effective but you were really good at lying to yourself, so for tonight, it’ll have to do.

You step out of the restroom and see Toji leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He looked unbothered and straight-faced, until he turned to look at you.

He looks at you for a second before reaching out and grabbing your wrists, pulling you to him and trapping you between his body and the wall. 

A gasp leaves your mouth at the sudden movement, “Is something wrong?” You breathed out. 

He leaned down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he hums, “Took you a while in there.” He says in a grumble. 

“I just- I needed to freshen up.” Your face burned red as one of his hands gripped your waist, keeping you against him.

“For that long?” He asked as he nipped the skin on your shoulder, starting to leave small marks.

You whine at his actions. “Toji-”

His nips turn to peppered kisses. A grin makes its way on his face at your whining. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” 

His question was meant to be teasing, but it reminded you of your previous conversation with the girl and you moved away from him slightly.

“Nothing.” You managed to mutter out. 

He lifted his head and looked down at you. His eyebrows furrow, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

You nod your head and smile slightly, “Yeah I'm okay.”

He noticed that something was bothering you so he grabbed your chin with his hand and let his eyes roam over your face. 

“When are we going home?” You asked before he could make any comments or ask any questions. 

You avoided his eyes and tried to move your face away from him, but he splays his hand at your jaw. He brushes his thumb back and forth and he notices your discomfort—not from him, but clearly from something. 

“Soon. We’ll leave soon, baby.” He trails his hand down to your own and interlaces your fingers. 

The both of you walk away from the hallway and make your way back to the mainroom. The minutes go by with Toji talking to numerous people, his words were now quick, wanting to leave more than anything.  

Eventually he turns to look at you, “Let’s go now, yeah?” He asks, his gaze harshening as he fixes on someone else behind you.

part 2

aurelia

[tojismain]

toji x sick!reader synopsis. you have a migraine and mama bear toji takes over (I love him)

This was not an attractive position to be in. Not in any way you can think of. Face planted into the bed, body stiff and straight, Toji confused and worried. 

With work piling on your desk and people speaking to you in different tones of aggressive, work had been more than exhausting. You made it home at 5pm, Toji still caught up in whatever he was doing. A migraine caught up to you faster than you could change out of your clothes, and so, with your blouse unbuttoned and your shoes taken off, you opted for taking away your senses, and shoving your face into the mattress. 

Toji makes it home and is in the midst of loosening his collar as he walks into the bedroom, when his eyes are caught on your figure. Toji is not a stranger to you taking naps, he usually joins you. This time, something was clearly off. 

"Sweetheart? You asleep?", he asks as he turns on the lamp on your bedside table. Although your face is mostly covered, the light makes it through the gaps— making you want to cry as the headache worsens. In a sloth-like movement, you use your hands to cover your face even more, hence, inciting the worry he's now certainly feeling. 

He grimaces at your action and turns off the light, "headache?". Toji knows that the headaches you got every once in a while, were anything but desirable. He notices a slight movement of your head, which indicates a 'yes, toji, im currently dying, so please stop talking', which he's also familiar with. 

He takes a seat next to your place on the bed and asks you to roll over slightly, mindful of his gruff voice. You do as he says and his hand —which dwarves over your own— is then placed on the back of your neck. You can feel his stillness as he calculates what's an okay temperature.

You see, Toji's mean, unbelievably so, cruel intentions and an even crueler smile. Not with you. Never with you. It's different, the way he looks at you, the way his eyes soften after coming home, his guard down, and his head light. But even then, he's still learning, what's okay, what's not, when you need him and when you're capable. Right now though, you needed him, desperately. It was either him, or feeling like someone was actively banging metal in your head.

So he decides that the heat coming off of your neck was not normal. He learns, for you. His scarred hand moves over to your forehead as your eyes are screwed shut. As his hand moves to lift off, you decide that's not good enough, so you grab his hand and lower it back on your forehead. It was warm, and surprisingly helping with the migraine. 

"Baby, i'll be right back, okay?", he says worriedly. Unaware of why you're gripping his hand so gently against your skin.

You whimper shaking your head. "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt baby?", he seems relieved to hear you talk. 

You drag his hand to the right side of your head. "Here", you whisper, sighing as his hand relieves some of the ache.

He brushes his thumb delicately over the same place. 

"I'll get you some pain killers, it's definitely a migraine." 

You shake your head once more, "just a second", you promise as you keep holding his hand against your head. 

"Just a second", he vows with softening eyes. He uses his other hand to cup over your adjacent cheek, brushing your hair out of the way.

When Toji lets go, he leaves the room to grab painkillers, and unbeknownst to you, he also boils water for a heating pad, grabs a mug of steaming water— boiled with lemon and ginger, and he got a ton of water bottles. A ton. He would never admit that he definitely googled all of that.

When he's back, you're back to your position against your pillow, head sinked in, arms surrounding your face. 

He places the tray with everything on your bedside table. You turn your head and spot the contents, you squint at him.

"Are you going to drown me?".

Toji chuckles and shushes you, "you need to stay hydrated", is his response

"Mmm", you hum in reply. A sharp pain then shoots behind your eye making you screw your eyes shut and you let out another whimper. 

"Sweetheart?", Toji is careful not to touch you, knowing that now, it could make it worse. 

The pain fades for a second, and you open your eyes as you feel tears prick in their corners.

"Hey, why are you crying?", Toji's eyebrows furrow in concern. His sentence more of a demand than a question. A pout visible on the creases of his lips.

You don't answer him, only looking for ways to stop the headache, it was excruciating, more so than usual. But you knew it would go away, especially with him here. 

And so Toji uses his warm hands, warm tone, and light touch to lull you to sleep after taking the pills, knowing that it was the only way the painkillers were going to work best and how your migraine would go away. 

As you're sleeping, Toji sits next to you on guard. It was almost as if everything disappeared, and your frame was the only thing visible in his sight. If anyone asked him, he would probably say you had a halo over your hurting head. To Toji, his senses almost heightened when you were sleeping, he didn't want you hurt, ever. He needed you safe and he hated seeing you vulnerable. His hand hovers over your head, caressing whenever he knew he couldn't wake you. He grabs a warmed cloth and puts it on your forehead, careful not to press too much weight onto your head.

For a big person, he was small in his gestures— soft, and willing. 

An hour later, you feel a feather-like touch caressing your nose as you're waking up. Your eyes slowly blink open, looking up at Toji with a drowsy confused expression. He grins at your state, you look incredibly innocent this way. 

"Sleeping beauty is up."

You smile in response, letting your eyes blink a few times to shake off the sleepiness. You then notice Toji's hand hovering over your face with...a makeup wipe?

"What're you doing?", you ask and his smile widens at your groggy voice.

"You fell asleep with your makeup on", is his only explanation.

You could possibly combust right now. 

"Close your eyes."

—aurelia—

[tojismain]

10 things you hate about toji

He says your name, his voice low and firm, clearly irritated by your cold demeanor. You continue looking at the flowers on the window sill, trying to avoid the way his shoulders brush against you. He grits his teeth and looks away for a moment, gathering a breath before saying, “Look at me.”

You turn your head and lift it up, trying to put on a brave front. You always managed to avoid arguments, even if Toji was irritated and tried to get on your nerves, you never let it go too far, but this time he managed to do just that. He got home, frustrated and itching for someone’s face to fall on his fist. But he wanted to be home to be next to you, to forget all about his violent tendencies and to have you lay in his arms, looking up at him with that in-love expression, but his temper prickled his skin and made him bite cruel words in your direction. 

His gaze locks onto yours as he takes in your expression. He can see the flicker of vulnerability that flashes by, a reminder of the fact that you always tried to handle things on your own. You let yourself fall under the pretense that you could be there for Toji but him being there for you was laughable, and because of that he rarely got to comfort you, but looking at you right now, he wanted to do nothing more than hold you and smother you in constant affection. 

His tone tilts to a softer hum, “Why are you avoiding me?” 

You furrow your eyebrows and bite your lip to stop it from shaking, “Are you serious?”

He frowns at your question, his jaw clenching. He knew exactly why you were avoiding him, he was mean, how did he expect you to confront that? But that’s exactly what he wanted, he needed you to stand up for yourself. 

“Yes, I’m serious. Why are you avoiding me?” He repeats. 

You falter for a second, looking away for a moment before locking your eyes back on his, “Because you hurt me, Toji.” Your voice breaks on the emphasis of his name. 

His heart stutters with an ache and he tenses for a second. His eyes flutter shut for a few seconds and he clenches his jaw, annoyed with himself. After that, he steps forward.

“I didn’t mean to.” He starts. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He’s so close now you could feel the heat radiating off of his body, the tension thickening in the vast room. 

Your expression falters once more and you look down, avoiding him even with his close proximity. He notices the shift and steps even closer, he reaches out, fingers gripping your chin, lifting your head up. You let out a short unintended huff to avoid crying.

He sees the tears gathering in your eyes and the ache spreads over his chest, curling around him like a nasty virus. His grip on your chin loosens, perfectly gentle. 

“Stop doing that.” He orders.

“Doing what?”

“Holding it in.” He explains. “You don’t do that. Not with me.”

He moves his hand just in time to catch a tear swiveling down your cheek. 

“I hate—” You take a breath, quick inhales and exhales following. “I hate that you hurt me, I hate that I can’t fight, and I hate that I can’t hate you.” 

He feels the frustration radiating off of you in unsteady waves, the anger apparent in between the hurt. His eyes roam across your tearful face. 

“You really should hate me.” He says, his voice quiet. 

“I know.” You whisper. 

He holds your gaze for a moment. He can see the conflict, and the hesitation. 

His hand moves from your cheek to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “But you don’t.” He confirms, and you shake your head. 

He brushes his hand against your jawline, hoping that it was a solace for you.

“I can work with that.” He says before he slowly tucks your head against his chest, ironically hoping to shield you from the hurt he caused.

[tojismain]

first kiss, hundredth hesitation

requested by anon ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

you refuse to kiss toji and he refuses to let it go

The rain was incessant against the windshield and your cheeks were cold from the ice cream and the constant smiles. You and Toji were out on your sixth date and it was perfect. He parked his car so it overlooked the ocean underneath you. It was the end of the date, the sky was dark, and your fingers were frozen against your cold cup. 

You were rambling about something you saw earlier today and he didn’t interrupt you once. Toji wasn’t much of a talker, but he enjoyed watching and hearing you talk more than anything else. Your eyes were darting between him and the water as you ranted expressively—the ice cream spoon pulling against your lips. 

Toji’s gaze was everywhere on you but especially your lips. He tried to kiss you on the third date, and on the fourth, and the fifth, but you were making it hard on him. Anytime he tried slotting his lips against yours, you’d turn your face, acting clueless, or you’d step back and tell him to have a goodnight with the sweetest smile. He brushed it off as innocence and gullibility, but it was getting harder to not know what it’s like to kiss you, and he was desperate—frustratingly desperate to know.

“Sweetheart.” Toji cuts off your speech with the pet name. You turn your head towards him, your cheeks already turning red, worried you were talking too much.

“Yeah?” You answer, breathlessly.

“Come here.” He orders softly, looking at you. 

You look at him dumbfounded, waiting for him to elaborate. He chuckles at your expression. When you still don’t move, he reaches over and places his hand under your jaw to move your head downwards. His other hand taps against his thigh. 

You were definitely red now. Impossibly hot in your cheeks, your nose, your ears—everywhere. But, regardless, you put your hand in his as you move yourself over the console to sit on his lap. You looked down, too scared to look at his face, finding his black shirt a perfect distraction. 

“Y/n.” He whispers, and you think about staying perfectly still. Still enough to disappear, because he made your heart race incredibly fast and you weren’t sure how fast a heart could beat before it stops. 

Again, he slots his hand under your face, but this time, he brings your gaze upward. His thumb brushes back and forth against your jawline and cheek. Eventually, he places his thumb against your bottom lip and he drags the finger against it. 

A few quiet seconds go by before he says, “Why won’t you let me?” 

“W-what?” You reply, heart still beating quickly. 

“You won’t let me kiss you.” He insists, and you swallow, feeling nervous. 

You let out a breath and drop your gaze again, feeling his hand slip away from your face. 

As much as he wants to kiss you, he wants to know if you like him even more. Toji was aware of his appearance, big and scary, pointed at by everyone. He wasn’t sure he could be soft enough for you, but he had somehow hoped so because you made his heart beat exactly the way he made yours rush. He had never felt that feeling, but he wanted to feel it all the time, especially if it meant he could keep looking at you.

You press your hands against his abdomen and fiddle with his shirt before feeling stupid and letting the cloth go. “I-”, you let out a breath as you try to align the thoughts in your head. “I don’t want to be a bad experience.” 

One beat, a second, “A bad experience.” He repeats. 

You nod and realize that you have to explain.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You look up to see his reaction but he just looks at you, his hands placed on your waist. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I don’t know how to and you’re old-” Your eyes widen and you stutter before you elaborate, “n-not old, like old-er, and you probably have a lot of experience and I don’t- I mean I wouldn’t know how-” His chuckle interrupts your rant and you stop to look at him, puffing out your cheeks for a moment. 

“It’s not funny! I swear I wouldn’t know how to-” Your cheeks were on fire. 

“Sweetheart.” He calls out and you stop talking. His hands find their place on the sides of your face again and his thumbs brush against you once more—he slowly brings you closer. 

His eyebrows furrow for a second. “You could never be a bad experience.” He says softly and you look up at him like he hung the moon. 

You could never be a bad experience. You had no idea what good deeds you’ve done to end up next to him, but you would do them a million times over if that meant you could keep looking at him.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asks. And although your face burns crimson, you answer back, “Yes.”

You both look at each other for a moment longer before leaning in. You could feel how warm his skin was, right before he pushed his lips onto yours. Tingles rush up your face and you breathe in suddenly, not expecting a kiss to feel like that. His lips fit against yours perfectly. It felt perfect. His lips were warm against your ice-cream-cold ones, and your heart beat even faster. You grip his shirt in your palm as he moves against you. 

Earlier than you’d like, he pulls away, not wanting to overwhelm you, and you look at him with that dumbfounded expression again. He smiles, leaning his forehead against your own. Your breaths clash for a few moments.

“Was that a bad experience?” You ask, shyly smiling—half sarcastic, half expectant. 

He laughs and leans his face into your neck, pressing a kiss under your ear. “Definitely not.”

You wrap your arms around his head and let him stay there—you should’ve kissed him sooner. 

aurelia

[tojismain]

Heyy!! Love ur work eveytime I read one of ur fics I get so many butterflies lolll, ✨✨

I was wondering if you could do like a Toji x shy/studious reader where they are in a library and she’s trying to reach for a book on a tall shelf and Toji flirts w her and helps her only with a kiss or smth. LMAO so specific but yeah play around with it if u want! <33 I LUV FLIRTY TOJI 💕💕💕

hiii!! ahh thank you <33 sorry this took so long! I hope you like what I wrote and thank you for sending in a request! <33

request by/written for: @allisonr729 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Toji was impossible. Impossible to study with and certainly impossible to focus around. It was easy to slip away from him—well it was easy to lie. Toji was clingy and telling him you wanted to study alone was an invitation to an hour-long glare. So you simply lied. 

You were in the library, books spread out on your table and the swinging of your legs to keep you company. You needed to get up at some point to reach for a book. Your height preventing you from even getting close. But you managed to successfully sneak away from a 6'2 man, a book shouldn't be a problem. 

10 seconds of frustration in and someone's arm reached over your head to pull the book out. Whoever it was had their body caging you in against the shelf. You knew exactly who it was. The familiar hands gave it away. Or was it how close he was to you? How you could smell his cologne and how his chest was almost touching your back. 

You wouldn't turn around. You lied and he still found his way to you. He was impossible.

"Wanna look at me?" His gruff voice causing your face to blush. 

You bit your lip and cringed at how you were caught in such a stupid lie. If anyone else were to look at you, they'd think you were caught with your hands bloodied. 

You shake your head and keep your body facing the bookcase. 

Toji sets the book somewhere on the shelf and turns you around. His hands set on your waist. 

You lower your head and look at your feet. He trails one hand towards your neck, thumb placed on your chin as he gently lifts up your face. But your eyes keep moving towards everything except him. Which was hard given the fact that he was everything, everywhere.

He chuckles and taps his thumb on your chin.

"What's up, sweetheart?"

"Nothing." You squeak out. 

He lowers your head to be directly in your eyesight. Now this, this was what made him impossible. He had the ability to dumb you down to nothing when you were just studying. When you were so smart, you made him look at you like a love-struck idiot—listening to whatever you were spewing.

"Why's your face all red then?" 

Him and his pretty eyes would probably find you if you were stranded at sea. 

"The library's h-hot, you know? B-books and all." You had no clue what you were saying. 

An amused smile stretches across his face.

"So it's not because I caught you running away from me?"

"Ye- No? I wasn't running." You looked up at him, begging to be believed. 

He raises an eyebrow in amusement. You stayed quiet. 

He hums and moves his hand to move your hair out of the way. He tucks a strand behind your ear and trails his hand to the side of your neck to lift your face up one more time.

He brings his face incredibly close to yours. His lips barely touching yours. Your eyes were hooded, you looked down at his lips, and you leaned forward hoping to catch them with your own. Time stopped and you could feel his breath against your lips. This close. 

Instead, he laughs and pulls his face back. His hand was warm against your face.

"You want me to touch you that badly? I thought you wanted to be alone."

You brought your hands up to cover your face. 

"My poor baby." He chuckles. "She's all red." 

You shook your head and tried to move away from him. Back to your table and hopefully away from how he was making you feel. But he wouldn't let you.

"Toji." You whined. "I need my book."

He reached for the book again and held it above you. He looks at you, blinking slowly.

"You need this, sweetheart?" He teases.

You pout and furrow your eyebrows at him. He uses his thumbs to smooth over them.

"Kiss me." He demands. "Kiss me and I'll give you the book."

Your jaw drops slightly. "I tried and you-"

"That was then, this is now." He explains.

You leaned up and quickly pecked his lips

You feel his arms reach around you to the back of your thighs as he lifts you up. You gasp and softly yell out his name. 

"Toji. Put me down." 

He starts walking towards the table you were seated at. Did he forget this was a public space?

If it was possible, you had gotten redder so you shoved your face in his neck, hoping to avoid his gaze as well as anyone else's.

He sat down with you on top of him. You were unmoving against his lap. He was comfortable against you and far too annoying to make you look at him.

"Was that supposed to be a kiss?"

You pulled your head out of the crook of his neck and bit your lips nervously. You sighed and leaned forwards as you brushed your lips against his— you were finally close enough to completely and fully kiss him. He lets out a breath as he moves his lips in tandem with yours. Gripping your shirt tightly. Everything around you disappeared. No books, no people, no one, except him.

Him, him, him.

He pulls away looking at you with a hooded gaze.

He moves his hands against the side of your hip and taps his thumb against it. 

"Study, sweetheart. Isn't that why we're here?" 

Unbelievable.

You stood up off his lap, still out of breath, to move to another chair but he grabs your wrist softly and pulls you back on top of him. Now, you were facing the table whilst his chest was pressed against your back. 

"Here, baby."

You couldn't even fight the smile off of your face. You try to get serious.

"Fine. But you can't distract me Toji. I mean it." You looked back at him.

"I won't. Have to let my baby get smart. Hm?"

You were about to start studying, only 10 seconds had passed, ten, when he lifts his hips upwards and moves himself forwards to lean back on the chair. 

"You comfortable?" He asks twirling your hair around his fingers. 

Impossible.

[tojismain]

toji x fem!reader comfort

synopsis. you come home from a disappointing night out with your friends and toji is there to pick up the pieces :P

You had been out after a spur-of-the-moment plan with some friends. You were excited, thinking that maybe you would be able to talk to them like you once had.

The night is over and you're back home, you open the door, carefully removing your heels, biting your lip and holding in tears. 

If this night could sum you up in one word, it would be brooding.

Safe to say the excitement buzzed away faster than you noticed.

Toji sits on the couch in the living room, he glances your way as he's leaned back, one leg propped on the other as his left heel touches his right thigh.

Every other night you would come home smiling brightly, barely taking off your shoes, tripping over your words as you show him pictures from the night out, or what food you ate and how weird it was. This time, nothing. 

"Hi, sweetheart. How was it?", he asks looking at you.

You walk by the couch, adjusting your purse on your shoulder.

"It was good", you smile softly at him. "I'm a bit tired though, i'll probably change and go to sleep".

Toji noticed. Just like he notices everything else, how your smile was genuine but off. How you were fighting a frown. He knows when something is wrong, when the wrong person has said the wrong thing and when your heart feels a little heavier than usual.

He reaches out and gently clasps his hand around your wrist. His grip moves from your wrist to your hand. Both of his feet are now on the ground, he spreads his legs and leads you slowly in between them, you stand there feeling like a scolded kid.

You look away, anywhere but his face, because although you have the tendency to hold your tongue and hide, you're unable to stop yourself from biting your wobbling lips and blinking away the tears, knowing that he knows.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

And of course, he would know. 

You opt for shaking your head instead of outright saying 'nothing's wrong'. But nothing slips past him. 

He reaches for the purse on your shoulder and takes it off, gently placing it on the couch. He moves you so you're sitting on one of his thighs. His hand moves to your calf, pressing soothing circles onto it. 

"What happened, sweets? Talk to me", his gaze doesn't waver from your own. Unlike his roughened appearance and his furrowed eyebrows, his voice is soft, almost a whisper.

"They-", and this time, unlike all the other times you've complained about how your friends treat you, felt different. Maybe this time, you knew Toji would tell you to not see them again, and maybe this time you would listen. 

A frown etches onto your lips. "They just- um- they said how- I don't know toji, just stupid comments, and you know, what they usually say about everything".

"And what's that?", Toji's eyebrows now furrowed and waiting.

"It's stupid Toji. I promise it's nothing serious, I'm just-"

"Just what? Hurt over nothing. You know that's not true, right?", Toji looks it you expectantly as his hand brushes down the sides of your arm.

"It's always like this, you know that", you voice breaks. Knowing that if this explanation goes on for longer than this, you'd lose it.

He then brushes his knuckles gently, almost ghost-like, on your cheek, back-and-forth. His thumb moves to grip your chin moving your face upwards to meet his eyes. 

"Sweetheart, the fact that you chose a different life than theirs means everything. To you and to me. If they're still petty after all that time you've spent being happy for them, then...", he sighs exasperatedly, "...it's truly their own fault and their own emotions they need to get a hold of-",

"-Listen to me when I tell you that you haven't done anything wrong".

You look down to avoid his eyes, but he moves his head alongside yours. 

"Tell me you understand."

You pout unable to process how much he loves you. How his love could make up for a thousand unrequited ones. 

His thumb brushes against your bottom lip.

"Hm?" he presses.

You nod, but obviously that's not enough for him.

"Say it, angel" he says, "say you understand that you haven't done anything wrong."

"I haven't done anything wrong", your pout juts out as you talk. 

"Good."

He moves your body so that both of your legs are on top of his thighs. Straddling him. You move your head against his chest and he hums. His hand now cradling your head, brushing over your hair. 

"Now, what do you want for dinner sweetheart? Pretty sure the entrées were bigger than the main courses."

You chuckle against his chest and he smiles down at you. 

"It wasn't that bad", you insist. 

"Mhm" he murmurs unconvinced, he asks looking down at you, a smile still playing at his face.

You lift your head, "they were definitely smaller", your answer comes out in a scoff. The look on Toji's face makes you laugh as he groans, you let your head fall back on his now rumbling chest.

A moment passes. 

"How about real dinner, baby?"

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tojismain masterlist

last updated: 08 September 2024

Toji Fushiguro

-> picking up the pieces — fluff/comfort

syn. you come home from a disappointing night out with your friends and toji's there to comfort you

-> mama bear toji — toji x sick reader comfort

syn. you have a migraine and he takes care of you

-> "then why won't you look at me?" — toji x stressed reader comfort

syn. stressed with work and toji forces you to take care of yourself

-> olives and kisses — fluff/comfort

syn. giving him the silent treatment and he finally snaps (in a good way)

-> toji x shy/studious reader — fluff

syn. toji being a menace when you avoid him

-> first kiss, hundredth hesitation — fluff

syn. you're hesitant to kiss him after a few dates so he confronts you

-> 10 things you hate about toji — hurt/comfort

syn. tojis mean but you can't hate him

-> clenched jaws and promises — hurt/comfort

syn. someone approaches you at a party telling you you're not good enough for toji, will you keep quiet and ignore it or will you tell him?

Part 1

Part 2

Kento Nanami

-> only ever yours — hurt/comfort

syn. kento hurts you when he's trying to protect you

Satoru Gojo

coming soon <3

aurelia