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toji will argue with the fact that he has the sexiest girlfriend in this planet and he would die fighting for that truth. and he doesn’t mind showing it off to people. whether it’d be by words or visuals.

he loves to tell his friends about how flexible you are when it comes to fucking, how you like it when he cums all over your tits, how skilled your tongue is when it comes to sucking him off.

he has no shame in it.

“look straight to the camera, baby—there we go—gooood girl” he instructs as he takes the picture of you kneeling between his knees. delicate hand wrapped around his hard mid shaft with your warm mouth engulfing him.

his cock twitches when your glossy eyes dart towards the lenses, even more when you decide to smile. the sight just makes his stomach twirl and his cum threatening to spill all over your pretty face,

can you blame him though?

“s-shit” he grunts when you decide to lull your tongue out, showing him the metal piercing right in the middle before the cold jewelry makes a contact with his sensitive tip. “insane. you’re driving me fucking insane, baby—god damn”

he takes another shot at that before hearing you giggle, finger swiping the pre cum that’s decorating your lower lip. “what other positions you want me to do next, papi?”

toji groans at that, head thrown back along with his eyes. “don’t do that—you know what it does to me”

“hm? that is?” you tease, head tilting to the right and nearly squeal when his hand spanks your ass as a warning,

“good girls don’t tease—turn around for me” he directs, finger twirling in circular motion as he smirks deviously , watching you obey him just like that.

toji nearly lets out an animalistic groan when you turn your back to him, sitting on your knees before leaning forward a bit,

and he doesn’t play when he says he’s got the sexiest girlfriend in the world. because with an ass like that, who could even compete?

“shit—look at that” he grabs a handful of your ass after setting the camera to his side. squeezing each one at a time and he swears he feels like the heaven just came straight to him. “and some people say tits are better than ass”

“baby!” you playfully scold with a small giggle, looking over your shoulder to see your boyfriend playing with your ass like his life depends on it. you could even see the lusty look in his eyes. “sometimes i do wonder if you’re with me for me or my butt”

“i’m with you for all of it, sweetheart” he winks at you, pressing a chaste kiss on one of the cheek before grabbing his camera back, angling it directly towards the plump flesh. “hold still, pretty—i gotta take lots of it—should we send these to your punk of an ex?”

you gasp at the question, eyes lighting up. “oh! baby, that’s a great idea! but wouldn’t it be better if you had your cock in me when i ride you in reverse? we can even send videos even!”

his eyebrow quirks at your thought, chuckling by his girlfriend dirty suggestion before his large hand comes up to wrap his cock and pumping it a bit. sliding the tip up and down your wet hole making you close your eyes in pure bliss,

“want me to send the pictures like this?” he rasps watching you nod and squirm because of it.

“hmm, but let me do the work, baby. you just gotta take the pictures, yeah?” you smile through bitten lip, removing his hand off and replacing it with yours before guiding the tip in. “i’ll ride you real good, daddy”

toji moans when you sink yourself down on his cock, feeling your wet velvet walls hugging it tight as his fingertips digging onto the skin of your hips,

he tosses the camera away to the edge of the bed the moment you start picking up the pace, thinking that he could record that shit later. it’s not like both of you couldn’t go for more than three rounds.

“my dirty dirty girl—fuck”

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lolitakirstein · 7 days

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Hey Neighbor PT 13

I hope you enjoy this chapter! IDK I know toji isn't a big character in the franchise but I think that makes him so much fun to write.

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WC: ~2.5k

CW: Mentions of death violence and weapons

You pace the floors of your house to the point you're surprised there isn’t a groove left in your wake. It had been half an hour since leaving your message for Shiu. Now, you waited. For what? You didn’t know. A callback? A call saying you have the wrong number? Or do you call back, hoping for him to answer?

Your fingers bitten to nubs and legs exhausted, you slump down at the kitchen table. The letter is still where you left it. Face down, you couldn’t bother looking at the familiar handwriting that once crafted such lovely notes. Happy birthdays; Congrats on graduation; Just because I love you letter. Now she had spun a nightmare for you to read. The pages fluttered as the AC kicked on. It skidded an inch toward you. You watched it, glad you couldn’t read the blank page—

At that moment, you caught a faint line on the back of the letter. You hadn’t noticed it, more than ready to set it down and forget it. Or burn it. Your fingertips pull the letter closer to you. No, not a line. The script is small, only an inch across. And it wasn’t a word, it was numbers. 4 numbers.

Brows furrowing, you try to think what these numbers could mean. These numbers didn’t represent anything in your present knowledge. They weren’t a birthday of anyone in your immediate circle. Or their death days. Or phone number. It must be a code of some sort.

Audibly, you gasp and shoot up from your chair so fast you have to cling to the table until your vision clears. Once, the dizzy spell passes, you rush up the stairs 2 at a time and jerk the attic cord down. It lands with a loud clunk and you climb up, heart thundering in your chest, your head, your ear.

Once in the attic, you find the metal safe. The blink of the keypad luring you. Again, you didn’t know if you wanted it to work or not.

Your fingers tremble as you enter 3 of the numbers. Pausing to take a breath. This was it. You jab the last number, pressing the open button.

Nothing happens for a moment. Maybe it wasn’t a code to this after all. Oh, well I tried—-

Beep.

The safelock clicks, barely opening the thick metal door. You creep closer as if what lies inside is a snake about to strike. The air suddenly became too thick. Suffocating as you slowly open the door.

Nothing jumped out at you, both literally and figurately thank god. You take your phone from your back pocket and turn on the flashlight, shining it into the mouth of the safe. Lined with black cloth, the inside contains a neat file of folders, each with a date and a series of numbers written on the tabs. Beside those is a sheathed knife. Clearly not a cooking knife, you concluded. The handle was etched with a symbol you couldn’t identify.

A small black bag was in the corner of the case, knotted with a drawstring like one of your small shoulder purses. You untie the knot and reach inside, thinking it empty since there is no weight it.

Fuck!

You pull your hand back out of the bag quickly. The palm of your hand is slit and already starting to leak blood. Whatever you had grabbed had been sharp. Like small teeth had bit.

Gently, you upend the bag and dump the object onto the floor of the safe. A wire slips out, the ends of which have a wooden handle attached. Not just an ordinary wire. This was a garrote.

And not just a simple garrote. This one seemed to be made with a wire consisting of sharp barbs on it.

This was a weapon of torture. And it wasn’t just enough that this garrote was to be used to strangle its victims. With enough strength and tightening this wire could easily slit someone’s throat.

The thought makes your stomach churn. Had this very one been used before? On who? And by whom? Your grandmother. Bile rises into your mouth and you quickly swallow while pushing the garrote back into the bag and sliding it over.

The phone light again bounces off a metal object. No surprise, a gun lay in the back of the case. You use the tip of your finger to pull it towards you. Remembering the adage to treat every gun as if it was loaded. You take it a step further and treat it as an explosive.

Being sure it was aiming away from you, you hold the gun in your hand. The weight is foreign, you had never held anything more than a Nerf gun. Your heart rate quickens as you think about the damage this small object could do. The lives it could end. Had this too been used along with the garrote?

You remember the way Toji had handled his weapon with such abandon. Did he not know how dangerous these were? Or was he already so skilled at wielding a gun that the motion was like breathing to him.

Skilled Marksmen

That’s what the letter said. But you knew that was a more formal term for what you had teased Toji about being.

Assassin.

You mentally slap yourself on the forehead at the memory of it. It all seems so easy to piece together now. Leaving Megumi with your grandmother to ‘keep him safe.’ The child referring to people as ‘bad guys.’

It also explains the essence that is Toji. Big, brutish with his looming form. You imagine the fear his ‘enemies’ must have when they come face to face with him. And yet.

Yet, you also knew that though he had a threatening presence you never once felt afraid. Intimidated? yes. Flustered? absolutely. He was protective of Megumi, of course. And although he technically stalked you while on a date. He did seem to want to protect you as well from a dangerous man. But was that only because he was obligated— Contracted? Forced? – to protect you?

The doorbell quickly knocks you out of your daydream, almost dropping the gun still clutched in your hand. You shove it back to the far corner of the safe, shut the door, and head downstair.

A small part of you hopes it’s Toji. Coming back to explain more. But what if it’s someone else? You slow your steps to the front door. Now you were wishing you had brought the gun along with you.

The doorbell rings again, followed by a knock. By the front door table is a vase, you grab it intending to use it if it comes down to it. You take a steadying breath and unlock the door, cracking it ever so slightly while keeping your weight shifted forward in case you need to slam it.

A familiar voice greets you. “There you are.”

Connor stands on the other side of the door. You huff out the breath you were holding, relieved. But that relief is short-lived as you remember the files lying behind you in your kitchen. Now you are racked with fear.

“Can I come in?” Connor asks, subtly trying to push the door open. “I wanna talk”

You swallow, trying to clear the lump in your throat. “Uhm, I’m sick. I don’t want you to catch it.”

“Please,” he rolls his eyes. “If you're sick so soon after seeing me then I’ve already got it too.”

“Well—”

Before you can reply he shoves his way in, rocking you backwards.

“Gonna wack me over the head with that,” he laughs, gesturing towards the vase in your hands. He says it so coyly as though he knows you are no match for him. You scan his body, trying to notice any odd bulges in his pocket that would indicate he has a weapon.

“I just didn’t know who it was.” you stammer as you place the vase back on the table.

“You don’t have a security system? A camera?” he asks nonchalantly.

“No.” In that moment you knew you had fucked up. Knew you basically announced you were unprotected. An easy target.

“Hmmph,” Connor looks around. Is he casing the place? So unabashedly? “Should get one.”

“My neighbor—Toji. He has cameras outside his house and usually warns me of anything suspicious.” you try to correct your mistake. It wasn’t a lie. You had seen the cameras before, one points from the corner of his house and one near the back door.

“Hmm, good neighbor.” The sarcasm can be felt. “Still should get your own. Who knows? He could be the one to hurt you.”

“I trust him.”

“Yeah?” He cocks a brow. “And whys that, y/n”

“I just–do.” Is he trying to turn you against toji? Why?

Connor stands in front of you with his arms crossed and legs apart. The intention was clear. He wants you to feel small.

He tsks. “You women are so naive and so confusing.”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. Connor stalks towards you, closing the gap. “Thinking men are going to protect you. One day you're shouting you hate all men, then you’re wanting them to save you.” He grasps a lock of your hair between his fingers. His touch sends chills down your spine.

“I think you should leave.”

“Why? Am I the big scary guy now? Do you hate me now?” he grips your chin, forcing you to look into his menacing eyes. “Who’s coming to help little old you?”

“I’ll scream, Toji will hear–”

“Nice try, darling.” he cuts you off, tapping the side of your cheek. “Mr. Fushiguro is out of town.”

How did he know?

“Don’t do this?” you plea. What you’re not wanting him to do you aren’t sure. Hurt you? Rape you? Kill you? You remember the long list of crimes you had read and a wave of nausea hits you.

“Begging suits you,” he says darkly.

“A bullet in your head would suit you.” a voice says from behind Connor, followed by a click of a gun. “I think it’s best you leave the woman alone.”

Your eyes widen as you stare around him. The man with Toji–Shiu–stands behind Connor, a gun pressed to the back of his head. Instead of flinching like a regular, sane person, Connor simply laughs. As if the whole ordeal is a joke.

He gives a hmph before turning to face Shiu, saying, “Well played.”

Shiu still has the gun raised. “The lady asked you to leave. I think it wise that you do.”

Connor glances at you sidelong, a sly smile on his face. After another look around the space, he slinks to the open door. At the threshold, he turns. “Forget what I said about security systems. Looks like an exterminator is what you need. Get rid of the varmints.”

You look from Connor to Shiu, the three of you standing in a triangle formation—Shiu beside you now, gun lowered, but finger still on the trigger. Connor by the door, now realizing no more words are going to be exchanged. With a crooked grin and a shrug, he turns to leave finally. Throwing a hand lazily over his shoulder as a goodbye. “Trusting the wrong people, y/n”

Shiu quickly rushes to the door, closing it before turning to you. His eyes are now soft. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah?” you whisper.

Before collapsing on the floor.

~Toji.~

Toji is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, sleep clouding his brain from a long week away. The haze quickly evaporates as he sees 2 forms in the kitchen. Both with their backs to him. One in a soft cotton dress, hair in a messy bun. The other is in an oversized shirt, standing on a stool, with familiar black hair poking in all directions. Both with their hands in the sink. Soft giggles coming from both mouths as they wash dishes. Toji steps forward, his footsteps announcing his arrival.

“Daddy!” Megumi squeals, stepping off the stool and rushing towards him. Toji bends and scoops him into his arms. The dense weight of his small child instantly comforting. He kisses his soft cheek. “Miss me?”

Megumi nestles into the crook of Toji’s neck, nodding. “We felt her!”

“Megumi that was going to be a surprise!” the other figure at the sink turns. Toji still swoons at the sound of that sweet voice.

“What surprise, y/n?” he asks as he drinks you in. The way you brush the stray hairs from your face, the softness of your barefoot steps across the tile. The small and growing bump around your middle and the way your hand delicately touches it. You are more than glowing, you are radiant. Breast heavy with nourishment, prepared to feed his child. Our child.

“We felt Little Bean kick earlier,” you beam. Reaching for Toji’s hand and placing it on your swollen belly.

Toji moves his hand around your stomach, trying to feel what position the baby could be in. Suddenly, he feels it. A kick. Hard. So hard it knocks you forward.

“Wow! That was—”

Megumi screams, his body scrambling in Toji’s arms. Toji looks up from your stomach, you are staring right at him with a glazed look.

“Baby?” he trembles.

Blood starts dribbling from your mouth, landing on the floor, on his hand, on top of your pregnant belly. Another kick—no a shot—jerks your body, a stain of red blossoming on your chest.

Toji’s vision blurs at the edges. He looks around, trying to find the shooter, but he’s glued to the spot. Forced to watch as blood continues to run out of you. “No, No, NO!”

He grips Megumi tighter, so tight that the boy's body disintegrates, collapsing into ash in his arms. Toji's blood-curdling yell shakes the very foundation of the world, the house, causing the ceiling to begin crumbling. His arms reach to touch you, to save you. But as soon as his fingertips touch your cheek, you crumble into dust like a statue. He bellows your name once again as the roof falls on all of you.

Toji jolts and gulps a deep breath of air. No house, or remains of a house surround him, just the bright lights of the inside of the private jet. The tires hitting the tarmac send vibrations up his back as the jet lands. He takes a few more steadying breaths. A dream. A sick dream. That’s all it was.

But Toji knows sometimes dreams can be omens. He has always relied on his intuition. It’s part of what made him such a skilled killer after all. He mulls over the dream and the details of it, storing it away in his memory to sort out later. Right now, he has a job to do and can’t be distracted with dreams of Megumi. Of you. Of you carrying his child. Of you being harmed…

This dream was a warning. Everything Toji loved and the life he longed for could go up in flames and collapse around him in an instant.

#toji fushiguro reader #toji fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji au #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #jjk toji #toji zenin #toji angst

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imagine toji with the hungry hungry caterpillar. you're welcome

“imagine”

easily top favourite ask thank you

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Been feeling this since I was 12!!!

Why don't other people find life as hard as I do? I think about death everyday. I'm so overwhelmed. Everything is sooo hard. I don't know if I really want to die or if I just can't live. I want someone or something to strip me of all my responsibilities, all the pressure. If that is death then so be it.

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toji fushiguro - jjk 2.11

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Hey Neighbor Part 12

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. I hope you enjoy it

WC: ~1.2K

Content warning: mentions of death and violence.

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My dearest y/n,

By reading this, I assume the conditions are right for you to be informed of certain circumstances. I also assume that you have made yourself at home in my house–which makes me proud– and have been acquainted with Mr. Toji Fushiguro. The reason for this letter is to express to you that though I am no longer there and cannot keep harm from you, I have my utmost faith in Mr. Fushiguro’s ability to protect you and provide for you. Mr. Fushiguro is a man of integrity and respect. Therefore, I will rest well knowing he will be a loving husband and provider for you. This was not an arrangement made in haste and was given much thought both between Mr. Fushiguro and myself. After the death of your parents at the hands of a community I believed to be my family, I have sought only the best to look after you for fear they would come for you. Doing so also ensures the continuation of a long bloodline of elites in the business of espionage as well as merging with a bloodline of powerful marksmen. These two abilities could reign in a new era for the Society. Although it saddens me I will not be able to see the fall of the corrupted poison that has slowly tainted what once was a community of steadfast honest agents, I am hopeful that you will be able to restore it to its origin. I’m sure this poses more questions than it answered but with time you will become aware of your abilities and importance.

All of my love forever,

Grandmother.

You blink. Once, twice, thrice. You wretch. You pinch yourself, slap your face, douse ice down the back of your shirt. Anything that would indicate that this is a dream. You don’t know how many times you re-read this letter. Scouring it for a sign that this is a joke or perhaps a delusion thought up by your grandmother in her old age. But too many things made sense—though much more didn’t. You don’t think Toji would allow her to make these bold statements if she wasn’t in her right mind.

Again, you read the letter. Many of the words become foreign to you as a way for your brain to block them out.

Protect you. Espionage. Marksmen. Society.

Death of your parents at the hands of a community

Your parents' death was tragic enough. An unfortunate accident, an ice storm caused their car to slide off the road, killing them instantly. To think that it might have been intentional? And that the same people could possibly come for you–? You shake the thought off.

But the words that make you queasy the most were, that shifted the world on its axis: Arrangement. Loving husband.

Could she really be insinuating that she and Toji had consulted each other and arranged a…marriage?

How serious was this deal? Surely, toji was just being kind to her. Agreeing to wed her single granddaughter. It was a classic setup, a blind date of sorts. Right?

Right?

You need to know you aren’t crazy. The phone shakes in your hand as you dial Toji’s number, hoping to get more clarification on this.

“Fuck,” you grunt after the phone comes up as disconnected.

This letter, indeed, raised more questions than it answered. You didn’t even know where to start. If you ever wanted to. This seems like a Pandora box, a hydra. Sort one thing out; a thousand more emerge.

~Toji~

“I’m sure she will be calling you with more questions,” Toji hefts the duffel bag on his shoulder. “Don’t intimidate her.”

Shiu walks with Toji on the tarmac, arriving at a sleek private jet with the door laid open.

Shiu laughs, stubbing out his cigarette. “The most feared and intimidating killer of this decade is giving me advice to go soft on a subject.”

“She not a subject. She’s—” Toji trails off. “And quit saying killer.”

“I fear you are becoming soft, Has she weakened you that much,” Shiu continues to tease.

“A weak man wouldn’t even give her the letter and force her into a marriage. Take her. Breed her out. Drop her. Like some of the bastards in your community.” Toji barks.

“It’s still your community too. You can run and live on the periphery, but you are still one of us.” Shiu stabs his finger into Toji chest.

Toji scoff. “I’ll never be like those barbarians. She gets a choice. If she wants to go through with it, that’s fine. If she doesn’t then.... I’m not going to force her.”

“Not upholding a contract is a serious offense, Toji.”

“I fucking know.”

Shiu holds his hands up. “Forgive me. I just worry for both Megumi and you. Traditions of contractual arrangements of marriage are sacred within OUR society.”

“Your society practically shackles its women. Turning the smartest of them into punching bags and housemaid for those men. I refuse to take part in it. I fought my way out this far. I plan to keep pushing to remove myself completely from it.”

“At the expense of putting a target on not only your back but Megumi and now, y/n’s?” Shiu pushes.

Toji glares, turns on his heels, and climbs the plane entranceway. Before entering the cabin, he halfway turns back to Shiu. “Your society is rampant with internal conflict. Your guys are hiring outsiders to take out others, ensuring them more jobs.”

“Competition has always been a problem, keeps up the morale,” Shiu seems unaffected by the statement. "You are aware that killing one of our own is a death sentence"

“They found a loophole by having someone else kill their competition. The guy y/n’s—seeing. I think he’s been planted. Hired by one of your men. Either to gain her trust and make her forfeit her role, giving it to whoever hired him or to.." Toji pauses, the words catching in his throat briefly.

"To kill her?" Shiu finishes when he notices Toji struggle. "What would be the benefit of that."

"Eliminate her from rising to power in this fucked up world of ours. Finishing what her grandmother started before she was excommunicated for actually giving a damn about loyalty and 'family'”

Shiu is quiet for a beat, crossing his arms before finally saying, “You care for her.” Not a question. A statement, fact.

“I don’t. I’m only doing what I was contracted to do.”

“That kiss said otherwise.” Shiu cocks a brow.

The two men stare silently at one another for a moment, before Toji turns and walks into the cabin of the jet, throwing over his shoulder, “Just keep an eye on her while I’m gone.”

Finger shaking, you hold the piece of paper in one hand and your phone in the other. The numbers on the paper blur as you fight back tears. It had laid on your entryway table untouched since Toji placed it there the previous night. No note, no name, just a number.

Call it if you need it or something—happens

You press in the final number and press call. Secretly you're hoping it’s Toji. Perhaps he’s using a burner phone?

No answer. The call goes to voicemail, a male voice comes on the greeting.

“This is Shiu, leave a message.”

The voice sounds familiar, the man that greeted you earlier on the sidewalk.

At the tone, you debate whether you should hang up or scream into the line “What the fuck is going on.” Gathering and swallowing the urge you try to keep you voice as calm as possible.

“Hi, this is y/n. Uhm…Toji gave me this number if I needed something—” You pause, what exactly is it you are needing? Answers? A slap to wake you from this bizarre dream, a drink, a hug. Your resolve slowly crumbles. “Please, if you can call me. I don’t—I don’t know what’s going on. I’m–I don’t know. I’m fucking confused.”

Tears burn down your reddened cheeks as you end the call. It was embarrassing ending it with an outburst and cursing but dammit you deserved to curse. Deserve to throw a hissy fit.

You deserve the answers you are seeking.

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lolitakirstein · 14 days

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Hey !

I'm waaaay too shy to comment on your latest post but I just wanted to tell you that you really don't need to worry about your chapter of Hey neighbor ! I'm absolutely sure we will like it and I personally love context sooo the more info dump the better aha.

Take all the time that you need obviously, but don't sweat it I'm sure it will be more than great!

Take care of you ✨

OMG thank you, i'm currently working on it now. <3

ps. There is NOOOO need to be shy I love connecting with people on here. <3

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I've been putting off finishing and editing my Hey Neighbor chapter because i'm hella scared it's gonna flop or be cringe and stupid or be so boring and confusing with all the info dump i've put it. ugh.

#insecure #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro jjk #toji x reader #toji fushiguro

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lolitakirstein · 22 days

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Toji coded

#toji fushiguro smut #toji

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lolitakirstein · 23 days

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Unpopular opinion I feel like I’m the only one that loves toji English vo. Like it fits him. It sounds toxic and swarmy like he’s indeed a bad guy idk. I don’t trust his tone which (fuck me) I looooveeee

#toji fushiguro #I wanna hear him call me his bad girl #dilf toji #jjk toji

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Hey Neighbor Pt 11

sorry this took a while to get out. And I hope this is long enough but not excessively. feedback is so appreciated. love you :) Word count: 2.5k Warnings: language, drugs a SA references, mentions of gun.

“Thanks for taking me out. I had a great time.” You say once outside the restaurant. “Maybe we can do it again sometimes?”

Connor helps you put on your coat, the night becoming chilly in the 2 hours you spent enjoying wine and delicious food. “Of course.”

You hadn’t expected to actually be asked on a date with him. And so quickly. But once your phone chimed with a message from him asking if you would like to grab dinner, you couldn’t contain your excitement. The restaurant was more high-end than you were used to—dim lighting, a wine list, and exotic foods with names you couldn’t pronounce.

The date had gone great, though you struggled to find out much about Connor.

I just moved here.

No, no family.

I’m an independent contractor.

I like all music.

He seemed more interested in learning more about you. You feel like you went through your whole biography—which was a problem you had. The moment a man seemed interested, you went all in, saying things too quickly or delving into too much detail. So sue me? I’ve been single for too long! So what if i may talk a bit too much.

The topic later turned to talk of your grandmother. Though they weren’t the usual questions a regular person might ask. His were more…precise. Blunt

What all did she leave you within the will?

How much money did you inherit?

Any family heirlooms left behind?

Luckily, you kept that pretty close to the chest. Not doling out much except that you have moved into her home.

Now, the two of you stand on the sidewalk facing each other. “Whenever you're free, just let me know” He steps forward, pulling your jacket closer around your neck against the wind. It was a sweet gesture.

“Yeah,” you squeak, looking up at him. The moment is both exciting and scary. Is he going to make a move to kiss you? Should you go for it?

You catch him looking at your lips and think—to hell with it. You lean forward, closing your eyes. He does the same. Yes! You cheer to yourself

But before your lips can meet, he suddenly pulls away, clearing his throat. “Sorry, just—a lot of people around.”

You look around. No more than 5 people walk around. All of them lost in their own lives, not paying any attention to you. Heartdropping and suddenly humiliated, the moment turns awkward.

“Yeah, you're right,” you try to act nonchalant.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, your phone chimes alerting you that your Uber has arrived. Thank fuck. You stare out the window as you're driven home.

The glow from the laptop is the only light illuminating the room.

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Of course.”

The video feed is distorted. The camera is not quite centered but enough for Toji to make out the 2 figures it is aimed at—you and Connor…or Dmitri. The person, whom Toji acquired through Shiu, pretends to be on his phone while the camera hidden within his watch is pointed in y/n and Dmitri’s direction.

The feed goes silent as the two of you shuffle awkwardly. Toji’s eyes grow wide and he moves closer to the screen as he sees you lean forward, preparing to kiss him.

“Sorry, just—alot of people around.”

Toji releases the breath he was holding. The video may not be the best quality but there was no denying the slump of your shoulders. He can imagine the confused look on your face; he had seen before. It was cute how your brow furrowed and a slight pout crept into your lips. As happy as he was that you hadn’t kissed this sleazy dick, he knew that you’d still feel hurt. Knowing you were hurt, regardless of the cause, sparked a flame of anger deep in Toji’s chest.

The feed showed you then getting into a Uber. Looking at his watch he assumed you’d be home in about 15 minutes. Tonight he would—

A knock at the door shakes his thoughts. He opens it to reveal his guest is the hacker from earlier holding a stack of folders.

“Uhm, here’s a printed copy of the information I gathered today.” He hands them over.

“Great, now go,” Toji closes the door in his face. He couldn’t risk being held up by his nerd talk. The folders contained, as promised, multiple government documents of Demetri Solokolov including mug shots, court testimonies, international IDs, and passports under different names. A part of him feels guilty for dropping this massive amount of information on you, but he would feel more guilty if something happened to you.

You thank your driver and exit the car. The streetlights glow overhead and illuminate your humiliating walk to your porch. Your cheeks burned with the embarrassment of being rejected. Luckily, no one was around to see you—-

“Hey, neighbor,” you hear from behind you. Turning, you see Toji leaning on his porch railing.

“You know I have a name.” You bark, not wanting to deal with him and his dumb quips.

“I know,” he walks down the steps towards you. “Just fun seeing you get all sassy with me.”

“What’s that?” you gesture to the thick folder he's carrying.

He shrugs, “My lines, been practicing all day.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking up to your door, unlocking it and stomping inside. “I’m not really in the mood to deal with your shit, neighbor .”

Toji stands at the threshold. The streetlights cast his enormous form in shadow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, i said I don’t want to deal with you,” you toe off your shoes.

“Yeah?” he goads, a little smirk ticking his lip up.

“Yeah!”

He leans against the doorway, “Then why’d you leave the door open?”

Damn he’s good. You consciously/subconsciously left it open. No you didn’t want to deal with him, yet…you wanted him around. Why? Who the fuck knows.

“You want me to leave you alone? Come slam the door in my face?” He drops the folder on the table beside the front door and braces his arms against the top of the door frame. His shirt rides up, his pale skin stark against the tight black shirt he’s wearing. “Show me that sass.”

You slump, giving up. “Toji, please. I’ve had a bad evening. I’m going to bed.”

“What happened?”

“Like you care?” you snap, tears of frustration lining your eyes.

Toji must notice and drops his arms to his side, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah, i do.”

You wave him off with your hand. “Whatever.”

“No whatever, tell me, y’n.”

You look up at the ceiling as if looking for what to do. Confide? Lie? But lying never seems to work with Toji so you give him the truth.

“Fine. I had a bad date.”

“Date huh?”

“Yes a date. I’m not a nun.” you fight back. “I do have a life.”

“So what happened? He stand you up?” Toji goes on, still standing at the threshold of your front door.

You groan in frustration, “Look, it just didn’t go how I wanted ok?”

“You didn’t hook up,” he says bluntly.

“NO!” you screech. “That was even on my mind!”

“Ok, fine” he chuckles. After a beat, he says, “Well maybe it was for the best, then.”

You scoff. He’s seriously trying to throw platitudes at you. “Whatever.”

“He was no good for you. Fuck him.” Toji says nonchanlatly.

Now his lack of emotion was pissing you off. This time you snap. “How the fuck do you know? You don’t even know him! How do you know what's good for me and what isn’t.”

“And you know him so well already?” Toji finally steps into your house, now he is in your space.

“Yes,” you bluff.

Toji retrieves the folder he had thrown on the table, stomping towards you. “Yeah you know he’s a hired gun with ties to some of the worst crime lords in the country? Or that he’s involved in multiple trafficking rings? Both human and drug?”

You move around the dining room table to put space between you. You don’t know if you're scared because of what he’s saying or the menacing way he’s stalking towards you.

He slams down the folder on the table. “Oh, and I’m guessing you know he’s been accused of sexual assault, rape, blackmail? But you must’ve looked past that right?”

“You looked him up? How did you even know his name, you fucking psycho?” you shout and your eyes are the size of saucers as you flip through the folder laid in front of you. Indeed, pictures of Connor—though on these papers there are multiple names associated with him— some mug shots, passport photos, driver's licenses, even CCTV footage. The handsome face you were used to seeing was nowhere to be seen. Now, you stared at a man with dead eyes that held nothing but contempt and evil in them.

“That—” Toji blinks, dumbfounded. “I just gave you a list of shit this fuckers done and your mad at me? I’m the psycho?”

“Yeah”

“For looking out for you?”

You turn away, unable to face him any longer. The anger you now felt at both Toji and Connor–Dmetri, John, Frank, whoever the fuck he was—is threatening to crush you into a million pieces.

After a full minute of silence, Toji realizes you aren’t going to say anything else. “Fine.” He turns on his heel and everything in you wants to tell him to stay, but the lump in your throat prohibits you.

You watch him storm to the front door, pausing, then turn to you. “I’m going out of town tomorrow. I’ll be gone for 3 weeks.” He reaches into his pocket and lays a scrap of paper on the entrance table. “Here’s a number. Call it if you need it or something—happens.”

Again you don’t respond because now the thought of Toji not being next door while a known killer can easily access you makes you uneasy.

“Please be careful, y/n” Toji closes the door, leaving you to stand there while a million emotions flood around you. Hate, anger, fear, shame. How could you so easily have fallen into the trap of going out with a man who was pure evil? Killer, rapist, stalker.

An hour later, after many tears and many lock checks, you finally crash on your bed, curling around your cat to feel some semblance of comfort~

The sound of a car door closing snaps you awake. You slept lightly anyway, any noise startling you. Climbing out of bed on weak limbs and going to the bathroom. Quickly, you brush your teeth and rush to the door, throwing it open. The clothes from last night were now wrinkled on your body since you hadn’t bothered to take them off.

A black sedan sits outside Toji house with its trunk open. A man—the man you had seen before–lighting a cigarette while Toji loads his suitcase. You refuse to leave on the note you did last night. Throwing open the door you march to the vehicle, intent to say—well you didn’t know what to say. Perhaps you just wanted to see him again.

“Ah, miss y/n. How are you dear?” The man says, cigarette dangling out of his mouth. “Forgive me for being late but my condolences on Mrs. Ruth. She was an extraordinary woman.”

Once again, you are too stunned to speak. How the fuck did he know your grandmother. You stare at the man, trying to match his face to someone you might know from days past. Nothing.

He narrows his eyes at you, assessing you, before smiling. “My, you look just like her.”

I’ll deal with this later. You shake your head, ignoring him, and walk closer to toji. “Hey.”

Now, it appears he’s ignoring you. Not even looking at you as he continues loading his things into the car.

“Be careful,” you repeat the words he gave you last night.

Still avoiding you, Toji unzips the luggage bag now loaded in the trunk. He reaches behind him and pulls out—

“Fuck,” you stumble back as he pulls the handgun from his waistband.

He flips the safety on and removes the magazine, the glint of the loaded bullets shines brightly in the morning sun. The two pieces are placed in the luggage before he re-zips it. All the while you stand, mouth hanging open. How could he so brazenly pull a gun out?

Toji slams the trunk closer and steps by you as if you were nothing but a tree to maneuver around. He opens the passenger door and folds his large body in. Shiu tips his head at you with a simple goodbye before getting behind the wheel. He starts the engine and you realize then that Toji isn’t going to give you the time a day to say goodbye or whatever you wanted to say.

Dipping your head, you walk back towards your house. The sound of the engine still idling at your back when you get to the bottom of your steps.

“y/n”

You turn at his voice, your heart kicking up. Toji has gotten out of the car, gripping the door in his hand. His mouth is set firm. You both stare at each other a beat.

The next few moments happen in such a blur you can’t register what is happening. Toji rounds the car door and walks briskly to you, cupping your face and kissing you harshly.

The heat of his mouth is intoxicating. As if sweet venom is laced on his lips, paralyzing you to the spot. Like a drug, you knew, in that moment, that you’ll forever be chasing the high of his kiss.

He pulls away sharply, still holding your face in his large calloused hands. His eyes are filled with lust and almost something like angst as he stares into your widening eyes.

“A real man will kiss you. No matter who’s looking.” He pushes something against your stomach and without looking you take it from his hands.

With that he turns and marches back to the car, closing the door. The moment is over and you watch the vehicle drive past and up the road.

You look down at the item he placed in your hand.

An envelope. With the script you could find on every birthday card, Christmas tag, and celebratory letter you had. The familiar slant and flourish of the writing make your knees weak as you trace the ink with your hand.

il mio agnellino

Toji eyes your shirking form in the passenger side mirror. A million things wanted to say still buzzing in his head.

“At least she will finally know.” Shiu breaks the silence.

“Yeah,” he replies, watching you sliding your thumb into the envelope and prying it open. “She will.”

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