Could you write anything with this in mind?? It is making me FERAL 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 I love you queen
i love you so much more pretty 🫶
reader has fuckboy toji on a leash
"no thanks. i make my men earn it" the boys hollered all around as you swiftly turned around, leaving behind the awe struck man. fushiguro, you heard his friends call him.
toji was rooted in place, as he watched you walk back to your friend group, your pretty hips swaying in that way he couldn't look away from.
toji had never been rejected before. his manly pride was in tatters. "I don't like em so mouthy anyway". that's what he said when the teasing from his frat buddies got too irritating.
he was the toji fushiguro. he didn't ask for a lay. women came to him. and it fucked him up to think that there might be someone who wouldn't crawl into his sheets when he asked them.
he told himself he didn't give a fuck.
yet, his eyes followed you all around campus, lingering on those damn legs he couldn't forget.
everywhere you went he was there.
studying in the library? you would catch him idly spinning a pencil between his fingers gaze locked on you.
hallways? he would be smoking in the corner.
cafeteria? of course he was there as well, watching you eat and laugh with your friends.
"stalking me, fushiguro?" you smirked at him , as the rain poured heavily outside.
puffing out the smoke, he gave a lazy drawl, "ya aint the only one whos forgotten an umbrella."
you walked over to him, then snatched away his cig and threw it out in the rain. "woman wh—"
you pulled him down by his jacket collar, "I should smell no smoke on you." then with a pause, you added "7pm. Tuesday. Qirkey's bistro."
and toji fushiguro was left slack jawed as he, once again, watched you pull out an umbrella and walk away from him. those damn hips.
"yea he paid too!" satoru blabbed drunkenly.
"never thought i would see him in a pink cafe" choso said, voice bored.
nanami gave an amused chuckle as he took a swig from his bottle, "well, he hasn't smoked in three months. nor has he brought any chick back. a pink cafe is prolly the least surprising."
satoru gave a whine , "I liked her ya know? thought I would ask her out myself. but the way she has fushiguro in a fucking leash made me back out."
the door opened to reveal a flustered toji. everyone stared at the red lipstick stained kiss on his jaw. even more absurd was the small smile dancing on his lips.
"what?" toji snapped, suddenly noticing the silence. then he proceeded to walk up the stairs without even a second glance at all the booze laying around.
suguru gave a sigh, " yea didn't think he would join"
satoru's voice was a little timid as he mumbled , "it's the leash . the fucking leash, man."