Toji Fushiguro x reader off campus au
here's my very very rough draft on this! 😭
Through the sea of dancing students, I caught sight of a familiar leather jacket. It was Naoya. He was pushed against the hallway wall, his hands on the waist of a blonde girl from the dance team as he made out with her right in the middle of the party.
He had claimed he needed to focus entirely on his sport, yet here he was, completely forgetting my existence without a second thought.
A sharp, familiar ache bloomed in my chest, and hot tears instantly pricked the corners of my eyes. I felt entirely small, disposable, and utterly humiliated.
Turning around quickly before anyone could see me break, I stepped out onto the crowded back porch just to breathe the cold night air.
"Rough night?" a deep voice grunted from the shadows. I wiped a stray tear from my cheek and looked up.
Toji Fushiguro was leaning against the wooden railing, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers. He wasn't looking at the party; he was looking straight at me, his dark eyes fixed on my tear-stained face.
He had clearly seen exactly what happened inside.
"I'm fine," I whispered, my quiet confidence wavering for the first time as I looked away, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Toji set his bottle down on the railing and stepped closer, his massive form shielding me from the view of the windows and the pounding music.
"He's a prick, you know. An insecure idiot who doesn't deserve the time you wasted crying over him." I kept my eyes on the floor, my jaw tight as a fresh tear escaped.
"It doesn't matter what he is. He's winning. He gets to move on, and I'm stuck feeling like this."
"He doesn't have to win," Toji murmured.
Before I could process the words, his large hand shot forward. His fingers hooked firmly into the front belt loops of my jeans, tugging me forward with an effortless, sudden pull that eliminated the remaining distance between us.
My chest flushed flat against his leather jacket, and my heart rate instantly skyrocketed from the sheer closeness.
Up close, he completely towered over me, smelling like winter frost, cedar wood, and pure heat.
The cocky smirk he usually wore in class was completely gone, replaced by a dangerous, calculating seriousness as he forced me to look up into his dark eyes.
"Remember that tutoring offer? Let's upgrade it," Toji said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble that completely drowned out the noise of the house behind us.
"You keep me on the ice, and you be my fake girlfriend."
I blinked up at him, my breath hitching in my throat as his fingers remained securely anchored to my denim. "What?"
"You heard me," he murmured, his grip tightening just a fraction to keep me flush against his frame.
"If that track boy sees you moving on with the captain of the hockey team—a guy who can break him in half without trying—it will absolutely destroy his fragile little ego. You get your retribution, I get my passing grade. What do you say, sweetheart?"
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