#todou

Todou, on the other hand, never was as favored as you. He kept to himself most days and only made a grand appearance to the world when fighting. Speaking of which, Todou had just finished his brawl with some street punks, though he underestimated them bringing weapons. Cheap move, to Todou at least, and though he won, he couldn’t ignore the damage he took. The tall man had fresh scratches aligning his face, and huffed in distaste at the stinging in his eye as he walked down the road.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

Todou paused at the sudden voice before glancing over his shoulder and seeing you leaning against the wall of the brick building. You looked at Todou pointedly with a raised eyebrow, nodding your head at his scruffed appearance. “They sure did a number on you.”

“I’m fine.” Todou gruffed quickly, already annoyed at the exchange.

“No, you’re not.” You retorted swiftly since you were a witness to the entire thing. You noticed his limp from a mile away and you could confidently confirm that a pimp’s walk looked better than how Todou was carrying himself. You motioned your hand towards your body.

“C’mere, let me take a look.”

Todou scoffed while crossing his arms over his chest. “You a doctor or something?”

You smirked as you opened your purse and took out a fresh handkerchief. “You could say that.”

Todou gazed at you wearily. Today you were dressed in pant leather pants and a halter top to match with sunglasses pushed on top of your head. Against his better judgment, he walked over to you.

“Give me your hands.”

Your fingers felt cold as you gently ran them across his bruised knuckles. He was in bad condition, no doubt, but the calloused and bruised skin made it clear this wasn’t his first time harming himself like this.

“How careless can you be?” You mumbled in disappointment before cleaning his wounds.

You wiped his lip and he flinched back at you, a glare on his face as you rolled your gaze. “Calm down, it’ll only take a second. Plus you’re in good hands.” You smirked before winking at him.

“Pretty strange that you just have this stuff in your purse.”

You paused while flickering your mascara-covered eyes to the side, but you quickly resumed your frisky demeanor before Todou had a chance to comment.

“I have a friend that needs it.”

Todou was slightly relaxed as you finished, though his lips were still downturned. He watched your movements intensely when you moved to stick bandages on him.

“Why are you doing this?” Todou suddenly murmured indignantly.

You gave him a once over before shrugging your shoulders. “Why not?”

Todou smacked his lips at your obvious avoidance. Truth be told, he never had anyone care about his well-being. Was it so pitiful that you, a stranger on the side of the road, gave him more attention than the people he walked past every day?

“Look, I don’t want to do this again.” You moved to hand him the handkerchief. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

Todou watched with squinted eyes as you walked away, though the farther you disappeared, the more the clear image of your eyes stayed imprinted in his mind.

-x

Ever since that day, Todou started to grow an interest in you. Maybe it was because you showed genuine concern for him, or maybe because you were such an enigma– whatever the case, he was drawn to you like a moth to a burning flame.

It was hard to get a hold of you, but when he did, you talked for hours. He felt the connection, the chemistry you shared, the sparks that flurried through the air when your souls got wind of another. He wanted you, and tonight he told himself to go for it.

The club was never this packed which made Todou glad he dressed nicely for this occasion. He usually exerted confidence, but tonight he was truly nervous, and all for good reason. He waited patiently on his revolving stool for you to show up. He slowly sipped his drink, gaze running across all the unfamiliar faces until he finally caught sight of yours. You stood with effortless poise, a skin-tight dress hugging your body and a beret sitting neatly on top of your head. Todou took one final swig from his glass before leaving the bar and making his way toward you.

“I was wondering when you were gonna come over.”

Todou smirked before leaning his head to look down at you. “You must’ve missed me.”

“Did I say that?” You playfully raised an eyebrow, pulling him closer by his belt loops. “Don’t go putting words in my mouth, T.”

By this time the band had come on stage, the one that signaled it was near closing time. Todou suddenly got a rush of anxiousness, feeling like the sand in his hourglass was quickly running out.

“Dance with me.” He stated automatically, his words holding no question whatsoever. You rolled your eyes to the ceiling in consideration. The club was about to shut down, so you figured you might as well give Todou the last dance of the night.

“Just one.” You finally agreed and upon hearing your acceptance, he smiled softly.

Though, Todou felt nervous all of a sudden. He was bold enough to ask you to dance, but now he didn’t know where to go from there.

“Let me help you out, big boy.” You grinned knowingly before grabbing his hands and sliding them onto your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and the two of you swayed together on the dancefloor. Todou ran his hands down the soft velvet material on your dress, hesitatingly doing so before relaxing once you reassured him.

The saxophones played zealously and the drums thundered across the atmosphere as he tightly held your waist, and twisted his body with you flush against his chest. Todou hazily glanced down into your pretty brown eyes, feeling himself get lost in them.

The lead singer was putting his whole soul into the song, grabbing the microphone closer to him while holding his heart.

You leaned your faces together to the point where your noses were touching and your eyes were now closed. Your hands tenderly held his cheeks and Todou shamelessly melted in your touch.

“Can I tell you something?” Todou spoke quietly as the two of you continued to step to the music.

“What’s on your mind?” You slowly rested your head on his shoulder, peering at him with a low gaze.

He was going to say it, he was going to finally confess his feelings to you.

But before the words could roll off his tongue, a loud bang sounded in the almost empty club.

“Where the hell is she?”

Your tranquil eyes abruptly shot open at the familiar voice and Todou immediately noticed your unease.

“Get out of my way, asshole. I know she’s in here.”

Todou’s mouth parted in confusion as you hastily pushed out of his embrace, turning your body just in time to see a very angry man bombarding through the small group of people and storming in your direction.

“Y/n, don’t act like you can’t see me.”

“Toji?” You piped in response with a voice slightly on edge. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry about that, just know that we’re leaving.”

Toji had been looking everywhere for you tonight. His hands were still wrapped from his boxing match, bloody and in need of major TLC. He waited for you to patch him up like you always did, but you were nowhere to be found. Of course, you always had tabs kept on you no matter what you did. So once he heard that you were out clubbing, he immediately rushed to your location.

The pissed man completely ignored Todou’s presence and Todou wasn’t feeling it. Todou set his hand on the man’s shoulder, the same hand you bandaged that day.

“Don’t talk to her like that.”

Toji halted before slowly looking back at Todou, the neon lights flashing a scar across his face that Todou hadn’t noticed before.

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?” Toji sneered with eyes narrowed into slits.

“Doesn’t matter, just know you got no business messing with her.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Toji’s voice raised as he turned to face Todou completely. “This is my woman.”

Todou stiffened. What did he just say?

“Leave him alone, Toji.” You quickly voiced before grabbing his large arm. You knew how Toji could get, and by the looks of it, he was on the verge of handling this situation as if he were still in the ring.

You looked at Todou for a brief moment, an apologetic frown on your face as you tugged Toji’s arm closer to you. “Let’s go, baby, okay?”

Todou felt himself crumble hearing you call Toji that. The moment you both shared, the dance that made his entire body ignite with fire– did it mean absolutely nothing to you?

Toji must’ve picked up on your deflated attitude. He snickered under his breath before shaking his head in mock pity.

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better,” Toji began before he firmly gripped your waist and pulled you to his side. “You never stood a chance anyway.”

Toji walked out while chuckling at Todou’s patheticness. You briefly glanced over your shoulder one last time, staring at Todou with those pretty brown eyes before reluctantly turning your head forward.

Todou stood in the middle of the dancefloor, pitifully watching you be whisked away by another man. The confession he had practiced a million times was stuffed in his throat, so much so that it made his eyes cloud. Todou drooped his head once he realized he was discarded to the side once again. He should’ve never got his hopes up, and he should’ve never thought a woman like you would give him the time of day.

The loud sound of each light flickering off fell around him until it was just Todou standing by himself in the darkness.