#himerambles!

𓂃⋆.˚ toji fushiguro is an amazing singer and secretly is a sucker for romantic songs.

his voice, deep and dulcet, holds this lazy, effortless tone that makes it enchanting.

he doesn't try hard. never has, and never intends to. added to his handsome stature, this talent was almost infuriating, hadn't you been the one getting the chance to enjoy it.

you first catch on his hidden talent when he absentmindedly hums in perfect rythm behind the wheel, his middle fingers drumming the tempo. his voice would top and compliment the singer's playing on the radio with unexpected mastery, leaving you almost speechless... on a classic lovers song from the 90s.

ugh, he really could do it all.

you'd then catch him softly, as softly as an impressive and roaring a voice like his could be, singing behind the stove as he flipped pancakes, his motion swift and easy. and again, on a very sappy love song.

funny how his usual raspy, hoarse voice revealed itself to be the most exquisite honey for these lyrics. like they were written for him to magnify, bringing them to a whole other universe.

and when you brought his talent to his attention, your arms circling his waist from the back, he simply shrugged, not the least embarrassed or modest.

"i just know my classics ma'."

and when you teasingly expressed how you wished he was that romantic in the bedroom too, he scoffed, turning around so his hands could meet your waist, lifting you up with ease, sitting you on the counter. his voice, the one you adored, huskily and coyly murmured in your ear,

"come on, i know you don't."

©himezoro!