▐ frat!toji is 100% the loudest in the frat house about his “preference.”
“i actually don’t like skinny girls,” he says, leaning back on the couch while his frat brothers argue. “i like somethin’ to hold y’know?”
toji describes his ideal type like it’s a checklist.
- soft
- thick thighs
- smart
- glasses are an honorable mention
“y’know like the quiet nerdy type that would correct your grammar but still let you carry her, thats what i want.”
but then he meets you and its at a campus library study session the frat is “required” to attend for pr reasons. you’re sitting there with highlighters, oversized sweater, glasses sliding down your nose, completely focused.
he goes dead silent mid sentence when he sees you. his frat boys notices.
“isn’t that literally your type?” satoru whispers to him.
“…shut up.” you’re not paying attention to him at all. which somehow makes it worse. he tries to approach casually.“you’re in my stats class, right?” you blink up at him. “…no, mustve gotten me mixed up with someone else.” his cheeks almost turn red.
the thing is.. he’s used to girls approaching him. he’s confident flirty and smooth.
but with you?
he suddenly feels embarrassed and stupid for approaching you.
toji loves how beautiful you look in your glasses, the way your thighs press against the chair when you sit, the way you get excited when talking about something academic.
the first time he hears you passionately explain something complicated?
he is DONE for.
he starts bragging about you to the frat guys before you’re even his. “yeah, shes pre-med.” “she corrected the professor.” “she’s smart as hell.” “she’s so beautiful.”
if he sees some finance random trying to flirt with you at a campus event? he’s suddenly beside you, hand resting on your back . “she’s busy, lil bro.” he says calmly.
toji LOVES when you get flustered. if you laugh and your whole body moves? he’s staring. a complete goner. he lowkey flexes when you sit next to him at his frat party.
you in your cute nerdy outfit, a little shy, holding a drink?
he has an arm around your waist like he won a reward.
the first time you sit on his lap?
his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
his hands unconsciously settling on your thighs, firm and possessive but respectful because he doesnt wanna make you uncomfortable, not when hes this close.
he leans into your ear and whispers,
“told ya you fit perfectly.”
toji absolutely worships the fact that you match his preference exactly. not in a fetishy way. in a “ive been yearning for someone like you my entire life and i finally have you.” way.
he loves when you info-dump on his dumbass.
loves when you get shy about your body
“why are you acting like this isn’t exactly what i like, hm?”
and when you finally start dating?
his frat house never hears the end of it.
“i told you guys,” he says smugly. “i have taste.”
he found exactly what he wanted.
