#toji ff

You don’t touch him.

That’s the rule you make for yourself the first time you notice it.

It starts small.

You kneel in the front pew, silk skirt folded neatly beneath you, donation envelope tucked inside your prayer book like a secret. You always sit there—close enough to hear his breath when he speaks, close enough to smell incense and something darker underneath. Leather. Sweat. Sin.

Father Fushiguro never looks at you directly during mass.

But you feel him anyway.

His voice is low. Rough. It doesn’t belong to a man who speaks of salvation. It belongs to someone who’s been hit in the mouth before and got back up smiling.

When he lifts his hands in prayer, the sleeve of his cassock pulls back just enough—

and there it is.

Black ink crawling up his neck. Half-hidden. Like a confession he never finished.

You swallow.

“You’re very generous.”

That’s what he says the first time you’re alone with him in the office.

You correct him softly. “My family is.”

He smiles—not kind, not cruel. Just… knowing.

“You still sign the checks.”

His knuckles are scarred when he takes the envelope from you. Boxer’s hands. You imagine them wrapped in tape once, wrapped around a man’s jaw, wrapped around— you stop yourself.

He clears his throat. You notice the way his collar presses against his neck, the way the tattoo disappears beneath white fabric like it’s being restrained.

“You come every week,” he says. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you reply too quickly.

Silence stretches. Heavy. Charged.

“You should be careful with want,” Father Fushiguro murmurs. “It leads people into trouble.”

His eyes finally lift to yours, and stay there.

Sometimes it’s the confessional.

You speak through the screen, voice trembling, confessing sins that aren’t sins at all. Envy. Pride. Wanting things you shouldn’t.

He listens, too closely.

“You’re very hard on yourself,” he says.

“I’m afraid of disappointing God.”

A pause. Then— “Are you,” he asks quietly, “or are you afraid of disappointing me?”

Your breath catches.

On the other side of the screen, you hear him shift. Fabric brushing skin. You imagine his jaw tightening, the old fighter in him waking up, the discipline cracking just a little.

You don’t say his name. You don’t have to.

It’s always almost, almost his fingers brushing yours when you hand him documents.

Almost his hand steadying your back when you stand too fast.

Almost the way his gaze lingers a second longer than it should on your mouth.

Once, after a late charity meeting, the lights flicker.

“You should go,” he says. You don’t move.

“Father,” you whisper, and the word feels wrong on your tongue. Too intimate. Too soft.

His jaw flexes.

“There are lines,” he says, voice low, strained. “And if I cross them—”

“You don’t,” you say quickly. “You never do.” That’s the problem. He steps back. Always back. Always restraint. Always control.

Like a man who knows exactly how hard he can hit—and chooses not to. You leave with your heart pounding and your prayers unanswered.

Weeks pass. Nothing happens. Everything happens.

And every Sunday, when he speaks of temptation and virtue and sacrifice, his eyes find you again.

Like he’s preaching to you, like you’re the sin he wakes up fighting.

toji x male reader

overview: husband headcanons!!, kissing, science teacher reader, toji's job isn't described (but he's not a hitman lol), petnames (baby), title from d.o! tw: toji being toji, mentions of suggestive activities

…sun✰ ending pride month with headcannons about the loml! i hope everyone had a great pride and i love y'all sm!

✰while toji is rough around the edges and has been through a lot, he’s definitely one to trust his partner, especially after they spend more time together

✰when they started dating, toji was not that relaxed. he was constantly on edge and never let himself relax around his boyfriend

✰but now that they’ve been together for almost a decade and they’re married, toji lets himself truly be comfortable 

✰whether it’s walking around in nothing but his boxers or allowing himself to rely on his husband doesn’t matter, he just becomes the most relaxed guy ever

✰he’s not changing himself for you, instead it’s allowing himself to bring down a wall he built to protect himself

“babe, can you get the mail? it got delivered a while ago- why are you naked?” y/n asked, his voice trailing off as he saw toji’s bare body walking through the living room. toji looked at y/n after the question, eyebrows raised.

“‘s my house, can i not dress how i wanna?” toji responded, turning towards his husband. y/n’s eyes flickered between the portions of toji’s bare torso, a soft smile creeping on his lips.

“well, you can, just it’s surprising to see.” y/n happily responded, going to stand up from the couch. “i’ll go get the mail myself.” he compromised, pressing a soft kiss to toji’s lips. the man smiled happily, his scar curving as his lips bent.

“d’ya not want the apartment complex to see me like this?” he asked, hands sneaking up y/n’s sides. his chest was pressed against y/n’s, which wasn’t an unpleasant sight.

“no- no you’re gonna stay in here, okay? and then i’m going to come back and spend some time with you.” y/n hurriedly started, his hands rubbing toji’s jaw with fervor. he slipped away, putting on his shoes and rushing out the door. 

toji smiled softly, going back to spread out across the couch. he waited for y/n to return, eyes closing until he heard the door swing open, the mail getting placed on the bench at their entryway. y/n’s shoes slammed against the floor, the door hitting the door frame as he shut it.

”welcome back, miss me?” toji asked, opening his arms for y/n who gladly jumped into them, a smile creeping onto toji’s lips. being himself had its perks.

✰toji is a very affectionate man

✰while hates pda, he loves to have his husband close at home

✰he hangs off of him like koala bear, constantly making sure he is as close as he can be to his husband

✰while he loves hugging you, kisses are his favorite things

✰he’ll kiss you anywhere

✰lips, cheeks, head, neck, shoulders, back, chest

✰the list goes on

✰if you have skin on your body, he’ll kiss it

✰it’s most of the time very sweet, but sometimes he gets a little lost in his thoughts and won’t stop

“toji, i’m ready to sleep.”

y/n’s request fell on deaf ears, toji’s lips still incessantly moving against y/n’s chest. his head moved up and down, his black hair poking up in every direction as y/n gently stroked his fingers through the strands.

”baby, please?” y/n asked again, toji’s eyes looking up to meet y/n’s. his lips were a bright pink, skin puffy due to the lengthy time spent admiring y/n’s warm skin.

”i love you so much. i can’t stop.” toji responded, his head resting on y/n’s chest, eyes twinkling. “you’re so amazing.” 

y/n let a soft smile creep on his lips to match toji’s, his hands trailing down to toji’s shoulder. “i’ll give you one more kiss, then let’s sleep, hm?” he prompted, toji reluctantly agreeing.

their lips pressed together, not moving. they felt their skin clash, warmth flooding through their bodies.

”good night, toji.” y/n spoke as he pulled away, turning off the lamp that rested on his nightstand.

”goodnight, y/n.” toji responded, putting his head in the crook of y/n’s neck and drifting off to sleep.

✰toji’s number one hobby is bragging, especially about your relationship

✰he brags about your wedding, whenever you get a new promotion

✰you love him, but sometimes it gets annoying

✰he can’t help but show off all the time, and of course he’s going to show off his greatest treasure!

toji’s grip around your waist was tight. his hand cupped around your waist hard, fingers rubbing against y/n’s suit jacket. the glass of wine y/n held sloshing as toji swayed, deep in conversation with his friends at his coworker’s party.

“y/n actually just got promoted! he’s the head of the science department at his school now.” toji exclaimed happily, his eyes shining brightly as he talked to nanami. 

y/n had already heard this same conversation 10-ish times, getting more disinterested each time toji brought the topic up. “baby,” y/n whispered, leaning into toji’s sighed. “you don’t need to brag anymore, hmm?” he finished. toji stopped mid sentence, looking into his husband’s eyes.

“i can’t. i’m so proud of you, if i don’t share it i might go crazy.” toji replied, a bright smile gracing his lips. this smile didn’t come out often, which made it even more special. over the years, he realized it only came out when toji began to talk about y/n. 

a soft smile began to grace y/n’s lips, mirroring the one that was on toji’s. “fine, my love. whatever makes you happiest.”

with his husband’s permission, toji began to talk again, his voice ringing through the house with pride.

✰toji is very adamant about “keeping the romance alive” as he puts it

✰whether that’s dates, random presents, or more suggestive activities, toji’s obsessed with it

✰you’ve seen him watching those aesthetic couple youtubers and looking at a pinterest board full of date ideas

✰he’s incredibly sweet about it, taking time out of his day to surprise you with presents and dinner when you get home from work without any reason except for the fact that he loves you

✰these acts move you so much that you start repaying him back as well, and it becomes a tradition between you two

the restaurant toji had chosen to have dinner at was dark, candles lighting each individual table. y/n flipped through the menu, deep in thought.

“would you like to share spaghetti bolognese?” he asked, looking at toji with a smile. toji sighed softly, leaning forward. 

“i’ll get whatever you want, hm? i want you to be happy.” y/n rolled his eyes at toji’s flirtatious statement.

“i think you just want to flirt with me.” he replied, toji reaching out for y/n’s hand. 

“well, two things can be true at once.” toji smiled, pressing a soft kiss to y/n’s knuckles. the waiter came to their table, toji giving her their order.

the time before their food arrived was full of toji’s relentless affection. the man complimented him and kissed his hands to no end, heat burning from y/n’s head to his toes.

”do you have no shame?” y/n asked, face leaning on his hand as he stared at toji across the table. his husband was staring straight at him with a bright smile, barely blinking with hearts in his eyes.

”you’re just really gorgeous.” toji responded, the waiter putting their dinner in between them. y/n just smiled, grabbing his fork and digging in. he ate the spaghetti quickly, one noodle hanging from his lips. “you’ve got something on your lips.” toji spoke, y/n looking up to meet his gaze.

he saw toji move closer, his lips connecting with the end of the noodle y/n was eating. was he doing the thing from the lady and the tramp?

y/n ate a little more, toji following him until they met in the center. their lips connected in a gentle kiss, y/n smiling happily before pulling away. “i love you, even if you’re cheesy.” y/n said, toji laughing.

”i love you too, always.”

✰as he gets older, he definitely sees his body and personality changing, and like all of us, gets insecure

✰and yet, he never gets to fully experience these thoughts 

✰his husband was always giving toji compliments, and reassuring him that he was beautiful

✰”i love your stomach, it’s such a good pillow” or “your arms are so strong and cozy” and even “you’re so handsome. my husband has the most beautiful face” bring him comfort and happiness whenever he hears them come out of your mouth

✰toji always says the same things in response, like complimenting the gray that pokes through your hair and the way your face scrunches when you smile

✰growing old is a privilege to him, and getting to grow old with you is one of the best things that has ever happened to him

toji stood in the mirror, his eyes trailing his figure as his hands moved across his body. he poked the skin on his stomach, watching as it moved back.

he had been going to the gym less, and he had found himself indulging in y/n’s cooking more frequently, but he didn’t expect to see physical results. maybe it was because he was getting older. toji didn’t enjoy change, especially when it was physical.

”baby! there you are!” y/n smiled, his eyes going to toji’s soft frown. “are you okay?” toji let out a sigh, his eyes dull. with this visual bad expression, y/n went to go hug the man tightly, his hands rubbing up and down his back. “what’s up with my handsome husband? why is he sad, hm?”

y/n felt toji sink into his arms, toji’s face nuzzling into y/n’s shoulders. “i’m just feeling down. i’ll be okay.” toji responded, his hand brushing through y/n’s hair listlessly.

there was an understanding between them, y/n already knowing what toji was upset about. “i think you’re handsome, and you’re body is gorgeous.” he whispered, kissing the top of toji’s hair with a smile. toji chuckled softly, his lips grazing y/n’s neck.

”thank ya, dear.” toji replied, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of the man he loved. “i really needed it.”

✰contradicting with his scary exterior, toji loves kids

✰it’s something you’ve noticed more over the years, now reaching it’s climax

✰whenever you hang around your friends with kids, toji always seems to disappear to play with the kids

✰he’s scarily good with them, too

✰babies stop crying when he holds them, he can quell a worrying toddler, and you’re not entirely sure how he does it

the new year’s party toji and y/n were at was settling down, parents wrangling teenagers while others soothed half awake toddlers. y/n had escaped from the kitchen full of people to find toji sitting on the couch, a baby in his arms. he had a bright smile on his lips, the baby fast asleep.

”hey handsome, is this your baby?” y/n playfully asked, sitting down next to his husband with a smile. toji rolled his eyes, allowing y/n to lean into him.

”yeah, does that turn you on?” he asked, y/n smacking his shoulder. “you’re going to wake the baby if you keep acting like a whiny toddler.” he replied, rocking the baby as they babbled quietly. y/n let out a puff of air, watching toji as he interacted with the baby.

”you’re having a good time, right?” y/n asked, toji turning his head to look at him.

”the best time. i’m with you, and i get to take care of your friend’s cute baby.” toji’s words were sincere, and y/n’s heart filled with a rush of domestic joy. his husband was somehow more gorgeous when he was taking care of children. it was the cutest sight, toji laughing happily when the baby cooed or smiled at him.

he knew that toji wanted a baby, and whenever he saw toji interact with kids he was more and more convinced it was a good idea. ”we should probably get going.” y/n whispered, pressing a kiss to toji’s cheek as y/n’s friend came to grab their baby. toji stood up with a frown, leaving the house hand in hand with y/n, small children waving at him as they exited.

”one day.” he muttered, y/n squeezing toji’s hand tightly. he nodded slowly, watching as toji began to smile again.

y/n always wanted to make toji happy, because he was happiest when the love of his life was happy.

✰toji doesn’t bring it up a lot, but you can tell he wants kids of his own

✰every happy smile is ended with a soft frown, and his voice trails off whenever people mention it

✰maybe he’ll be lucky someday soon, but that’s something they would have to discuss

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