TOJI x Female Reader

It was way too early for this shit.

You shuffled into the kitchen, still half-asleep, rubbing your eyes—and immediately froze.

Toji.

Half-naked.

Standing in your kitchen.

Eating your food.

Like he lived here.

Like this wasn't a literal home invasion.

For a second, your brain completely malfunctioned.

Then—

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Toji glanced at you, completely unbothered. His mouth was full of your cereal.

He raised a brow. "Mornin'."

Mornin'?!

You pointed wildly. "WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!"

He casually leaned against the counter, still chewing. "You left your door unlocked."

You blinked.

"𝑨𝒏𝒅?"

He swallowed. "So I walked in."

Oh.

OH.

OH???

Your brain finally restarted.

"You—You can't just BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES, TOJI!"

He grabbed a spoon, eating another bite. "Ain't breakin' in if the door's open."

Oh, you were going to kill him.

Toji gestured lazily at the food on the counter. Your food.

"By the way, you got good taste, princess. You should buy more."

Your eye twitched.

"You want me to BUY MORE FOOD FOR YOU TO STEAL?!"

He grinned. "Now you're gettin' it."

You were going to commit murder.

Actual, violent, homicide.

Toji turned his absurdly attractive (not the point!) green eyes on you.

"Hungry?" he asked.

You clenched your fists. "I was. BEFORE YOU ATE EVERYTHING."

He shrugged.

Then—

Then he had the absolute audacity to hold his spoon out.

"Wanna bite?"

Your soul left your body.

"…𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕."

His grin widened. "Aw, you wouldn't hurt me."

You grabbed a frying pan.

Toji laughed.

You took a deep breath.

A long, deep, calming breath.

"Toji."

He looked up from his cereal, casually taking another bite. "Mm?"

You forced a sweet smile. "Leave."

Toji grinned. "Nah, I'm still eatin'."

Your smile dropped.

"...𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆."

"Yeah."

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅."

"Uh-huh."

"...𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑨 𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳-𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑵."

"Got that right."

You twitched. "WHY ARE YOU SO CASUAL ABOUT THIS?!"

Toji took another bite. "Dunno. Feels kinda homey in here."

You saw red.

"𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊."

He licked some milk off the spoon. "Yeah?"

"𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑶𝑼𝑻!"

You grabbed the nearest object—a slice of bread—and whipped it at his face.

It hit him.

Silence.

Toji blinked. Then, slowly, he turned to you.

"...𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆."

You grinned. "Yeah. You deserved it."

He looked at the bread on the floor. Then back at you.

Then—

He picked up an egg.

Your eyes widened. "Toji—"

𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑲.

𝑶𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆.

"YOU MANIAC—"

𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑲. Another egg.

𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑲. A pancake.

You let out a war cry and grabbed a bag of flour, hurling it at him.

𝑃𝑂𝐹𝐹!

Toji was instantly covered in white powder.

The room fell silent.

You stared at him. He stared back.

"...𝒀/𝑵."

Your stomach dropped.

You bolted.

𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.

A huge mistake.

Because in one step, Toji grabbed you—spun you, lifted you, and slammed you against the counter.

𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌.

He was close. Too close.

Flour clung to his bare chest. His hair was messy. His arms were tense. His grip on your hips was firm.

Your breath hitched.

Toji grinned. "Didn't know you liked playin' rough, princess."

Your brain short-circuited.

Holy. Shit.

Your back was against the counter.

Toji had you caged in.

His hands gripped your waist. His body was flush against yours. His eyes—𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘴𝘦𝘢-𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯—scanned you slowly.

You swallowed. Big mistake.

Because his gaze dropped to your throat, watching the movement.

Toji grinned. "Nervous?"

You scoffed. "𝑵𝒐."

"𝑳𝒚𝒊𝒏' 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔."

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕—"

His thumb brushed your lower lip.

Your words died.

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑡.

Toji chuckled. "Yeah. Thought so."

Your heart slammed against your ribs. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬.

"Toji, let go."

"𝑵𝒂𝒉."

Your pulse spiked. "𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊—"

He tilted his head. "Or what?"

Your brain short-circuited.

𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

Fine. 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆.

You raised your chin, smirking. "Or I'll flip this whole situation on you."

Toji barked a laugh. "That so?"

You nodded. "I bet you'd lose your shit if I touched you back."

His grin widened.

"𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕."

You blinked. "What?"

His hands slid down.

Your breath hitched.

He leaned in, voice low. "𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔."

You froze.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆. 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌.

Your brain was on fire.

Toji was waiting. Smirking. Amused.

𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏?

Hell. No.

You raised a hand.

Slowly.

And slid it down his chest.

𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐… 𝑯𝑶𝑻?

Toji hissed through his teeth. "𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏' 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒚/𝒏."

You smirked. "You told me to."

Toji growled.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.

He suddenly grabbed your wrist, twisting you—

And now your back was flush against his chest.

His mouth brushed your ear.

𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒚. 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕.

"You think I ain't got enough self-control?" His voice was husky. Low.

𝑮𝒐𝒅.

"𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆," you teased breathlessly.

Toji grunted.

"Bad idea, princess."

Then—he let go.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕.

You stumbled, turning to glare. "You coward—"

His hands were already back on you.

Gripping your waist. Pulling you back in.

Toji grinned. "𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉."

Your heart hammered. "𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒑."

He chuckled, leaning in.

"𝑵𝒂𝒉."