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"just the check, please."

sylus's low voice makes you perk up from where you're eating the last bites of your dessert. mischief bubbles in your chest. you set down your fork and start rummaging through your bag.

"what are you doing?" sylus asks, eyebrow arching.

you can practically hear his thoughts. he's definitely wondering why you've decided to look through your bag after he asked for the check. the two of you have had this conversation many times before. he'll pay for any and all of your dates, regardless if you're planning to use the card he had given you.

you give him an innocuous smile. "just looking for my phone." you casually excuse yourself. sylus easily lets his suspicions go, especially since the waiter has arrived with the check.

you've seen videos of people handing their partner's cash or their card to see their reactions. even though you know how sylus would react, you would never pass up the chance to prank him. so, as you grab your phone, you also grab your personal credit card, keeping the card hidden in your hand.

taking out his wallet, sylus gives a cursory glance at the receipt, and you make your move.

with the low lights of the restaurant, all you can see is sylus's amused smirk as your hand scoots over towards him. you lift your hand and beneath it is your credit card. you watch, amused, as sylus's smirk falls. without even looking away from the receipt book, he flicks the card back towards you. you let out a gasping laugh at his actions.

sylus places his card in the book, closes it, and hands it to the waiter. he turns back towards you and playfully tsks at you.

"you know better, darling." his low drawl combined with the amusement in his red eyes makes you laugh a little harder.

"do i?" you crone out, fluttering your eyelashes playfully.

"even if you don't—" sylus's eyes go half-lidded a bit. "—i can certainly teach you once more."

A short drabble on Toji faking to be sick to see if you love him. Basically Toji being Toji.

Content: Slight angst (only if you squint) but mostly fluff

A/N: Silly Toji. Ofc we love you hehe

***

Shiu Kong raised his eyebrows when he saw the huge, bulky man twice your size and six foot one hanging off you.

The fleeting thought of some curse possessing Toji passed his mind.

Is this even Toji?

The guy that never even winced when some years ago, on a mission, a huge ass wound sliced his whole torso open?

The guy that never blinked once when his thigh bone shattered when he was fighting a sorcerer?

Now, the said sorcerer killer had his chin on your shoulder, arms circling your waist, literally hugging you like a plushie, mumbling how he was 'so tired he couldn't even walk and wanted a piggyback ride'.

You?

Shiu's eye twitched as he settled on your form. You looked so fragile and thin when compared to the huge hulk of Toji.

His eyes widened as he heard you let out a huff of laugh, hooking your arms around him and actually trying to give him a 'piggyback ride'.

…Probably something couples do often, he thought.

Obviously, Toji Fushiguro wasn't the type that wanted piggyback rides. He just wanted to be cuddly with you.

An enormous man like Toji. Being cuddly.

Imagine the weirdness when Shiu took this scene in.

Any more of that and he'd go blind.

He only sighed, running a hand through his hair. Stepping on the gas, he drove off without looking back, chewing slightly on his cigarette.

Toji was the type that only grunted and talked as little as he could. His personality was stubborn, reckless and indifferent. That's why Shiu Kong only interacted with Toji when there was money involved. But at least he had a reason for interacting with this guy. Because of the money.

You? Was the power of love really that great?

***

Actually, no.

There were times that you had really, really wanted to slap the fuck out of Toji Fushiguro.

Toji was different from normal human beings. You knew little but enough about his past to know that he had grown up without care or love. And when someone (who happened to be you) came along holding out all of that to him and wrapped it around him with no hesitation, of course he would be overwhelmed.

And Toji got big headed.

In the beginning, Toji was so clingy it was almost terrifying. The sheer difference from his usual personality had you wondering often if he had dual personalities. But he was still reliable and he could get things done, so you let him be.

After all, being depended on by someone who was supposedly very independent felt pretty rewarding.

And so it got worse.

When you were working your head off in your office, he'd bombard your phone with messages. If you ignored him, he'd get sulky. And when he got sulky, he would carry you off to bed, knowing fully well you couldn't (and wouldn't) fight him. The next day your neighbours would complain about the noise from the night before.

***

Toji Fushiguro knew you loved him. The love and comfort you gave him filled his chest to the point of bursting. He was getting reckless, lawless, and completely out of control with you, being more and more clingy and demanding as days passed.

Sooner or later, that was going to backfire.

When you were away on a business trip, Toji suddenly texted you saying that he was sick.

Toji: Baby, there's no one at home to take care of me.

Toji: If you don't come back I'll die doll…

Nonsense.

Nevertheless, you still asked your boss for an early leave, rushing back. The hours-long journey and important meetings scheduled for the next day were nothing compared to your boyfriend. You looked up late-night flight tickets and went back that very evening.

But when you finally got home, exhausted from the trip, you found your sweet, supposedly-dying boyfriend lounging on the couch eating (your) chips with his legs crossed in front of him, empty packages littering the floor.

He had that smug look on his face as he turned towards you.

"Oh, you're back?"

That's when you threw the small package of Tylenol you bought for his 'fever' at him.

It hit him right in the face.

You turned to leave, tears of anger welling up in your eyes.

It was then that you finally realised Toji was never as fragile as you thought. He didn't actually need you as you thought he did. Hell, he didn't need anyone. He just enjoyed the feeling of you spoiling him.

To put it another way, he was just playing with you.

Toji had never seen you genuinely angry or crying because of him before. He went over instantly, wrapping his arms around you and refusing to let go as you thrashed violently in them. You even bit his shoulder while he was holding you down.

Toji deserved that bite.

He just had to toe the line until he realised he'd taken things too far.

Everyone, even you, had their limits, okay?

***

Which was why, when he actually needed you, you didn't come running to him without a second thought like the way you used to. Like now.

Toji: M' cold…

You: Wear a jacket.

Toji: I don't have an appetite. :(

You: Order takeout then. Get something you like.

Toji: My heard hurts.

You: Then go to sleep.

Toji: I can't sleep without you :(

You: I'm on a business trip, Toji.

You prioritised your work before Toji this time. While confirming the details with your client, Toji was blowing up your phone.

When he finally stopped, you secretly breathed out a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally listened to you and went to bed. Or maybe he was just bluffing about being sick again like last time. Whichever.

You'd make it up to him when you came back the next day.

…Or not.

Shiu Kong called you that very night.

The moment you picked up, he asked something you never even anticipated.

"Did you abandon him or something?"

"Huh?"

You had just finished showering and were halfway through drying your hair when that question came out of nowhere. Completely baffled, you listened as Shiu said something about Toji accusing you of neglecting him.

"Toji said you abandoned him cuz you ignored his messages to bring him medicine. And he also said that if I don't come and bring him pills he's gonna die at home," Shiu paused for a second, remembering what Toji said a few minutes ago when he called him.

"No one's gonna make you money if I die," Toji had said, his voice even raspier than usual.

Shiu didn't even know whether to laugh or cry. But hearing the state Toji was in, made him call you (in a rare kindness he didn't know he had).

"If you don't do something, your hubby's gonna croak." He finally continued.

You listened to Shiu's voice, slightly dazed. Until a few seconds later, the realisation finally hit. You frantically started looking up return tickets.

Damn, he's actually sick.

Luckily, the lunch with your client the next day was optional. You threw things together, called your client to apologise, grabbed your stuff, and rushed out of the hotel to the airport.

***

A few hours later, a feverish and dizzy Toji opened his eyes to see your worried face, your cold hand touching his forehead to feel his temperature.

Hmph.

Toji huffed.

He wanted to sulk and ignore you, but your hand, probably cold from the chilly air outside, felt way too good to move away from. He couldn't help but lean into it, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his cheeks.

Awww, he's so cute.

Your heart melted into a warm puddle of goo.

Toji's temperature was almost hot to the touch. You got a cooling patch and slapped it on his forehead, asking if he was hungry and whether he wanted the porridge you bought on your way home.

"You've changed." Toji pouted at you, the big guy sulking as he sat on the bed, sipping the porridge with his eyes narrowed and a sour expression. His cheeks were flushed from the fever, a fresh cooling patch stuck to his forehead. "You don't care anymore. You just assumed I was lying."

"And whose fault is it that I don't believe you?"

Toji was all moping and brooding as he 'hmphed' you again.

You couldn't stop smiling. He was so amusing to watch.

You sat with him, holding one of his big hands and playing with his fingers.

"It's because you lied last time."

You stroked his black shaggy hair with soft fingers.

"Toji, you know perfectly well how much I care about you."

He didn't say anything, only lowering his head as he took another sip, puffing out his cheeks as he blew at the bowl. But his eyebrows visibly relaxed.

Sometimes, Toji was really just a child. There were so many things you still had to teach your boyfriend.

After eating and taking the meds, he had his arms wrapped around you shamelessly, tugging you into bed with him, muttering something about how he 'couldn't sleep properly without you'.

Toji was adorable. You understood his separation anxiety. He didn't want your love and tolerance to be something temporary, like he was just something you found interesting, and tried in every possible way to find reassurance. It was childish.

And heartbreaking.

Even now, after being together for a very long time, Toji still hated it when you were far away from him. Your co-workers and something even your friends would tease you about him. “How is someone this big so clingy? Do you even have personal space anymore after dating him?”

You only smiled and assured them you don’t mind.

Toji wasn't someone easy to fix.

But someday, you would have him understand that you were the one person who wouldn't leave even when he tried to push you away.

Toji could seek confirmation of your love for him over and over again, as many times as he needed.

Side notes from Vivi: I didn’t wanna revise so here’s this. Okay now I’m going back to my revision ;-;

the beach had been your idea.

you wanted a relaxing day together— sunshine, fresh air, finally swimming in the cold ocean water. somehow, though, the moment you’d stepped out of the changing room wearing your bikini, the entire plan had fallen apart.

or rather, satoru had.

you barely make it to your spot on the sand you’ve been eyeing before he plants himself directly in front of your beach chair.

at first, you think nothing of it. he’s always clingy, always finding excuses to stay close. but after several minutes pass and he still hasn’t moved, you start narrowing your eyes.

“what are you doing?” you ask.

“hm?”

“why are you standing there?”

he shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. “just hanging out.”

“well, hang out without blocking my view!”

“don’t wanna.”

you look at him expectantly, thinking he’ll finally move, but he just smiles innocently behind his sunglasses.

seems that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

sylus walks over. he’s in a silk night shirt, sleep evident on his face. he stops right between your thighs, crowding your space completely. he does not say a word. he just reaches out and wraps his hand around your bare ankle, his touch instantly melting the chill on your skin.

“can’t sleep?” he asks, voice a low rumble.

“my brain won’t shut up,” you whisper, voice small and tired.

sylus lets out a soft breathy sigh. he steps even closer, until his sides are pressed up against your knees. he reaches up and grabs you by the waist, his strong fingers effortlessly lifting you off the counter. you let out a tiny gasp, hands flying out to grip his broad shoulders.

instead of putting you on the floor, sylus just holds you up against him. your feet are completely off the ground. he wraps his massive arms around your back, burying his face into your neck. your heart does a sudden flip. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist to keep from falling.

“sylus,” you say, face flushed. “i didn’t say you could kidnap me off the counter.”

“you’re in my house, sweetie” he mutters against your skin, a smile evident. “everything here belongs to me.”

you smack his chest. he only hums. but sylus keeps holding you against him. he presses a slow and warm kiss under your ear. his soft silver hair tickles your jaw and his warmm breath makes a sweet shiver run down your spine.

and you do it. you relax completely, leaning your forehead against his temple, fingers tangling in his soft hair, melting against him. he’s so big, so solid, so incredibly warm and absolutely yours.

sylus lets out a low happy chuckle against your neck when he feels you give in. he shifts his head, nose brushing a slow, lazy path up your jawline until his lips are resting against the corner of your mouth. he holds you tighter, grip filled with affection and fondness.