HAVE YOU SEEN THIS ANGEL?

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butcher!toji who felt as if the whole world had stopped once he laid eyes on single milf!reader.

he started off his day at the deli hacking through thick cuts of beef, the grease and juices soaking into his apron and sticking to his skin like second nature. it was messy work, and he looked every bit the part. broad-shouldered, rough around the edges, an oaf with a cleaver.

there was a line forming at the register, his buddy, satoru, gave him a firm clap on the back as he took over the task of restocking the meats. toji grunted in thanks, grateful more than he knew at the time.

as he was patting down oil and blood off his beefy fingers, leaning against the counter, he caught movement from the corner of his eye. he glanced down and froze to see.. you. peering ever so sweetly into the frozen display, tapping your chin as your little baby daughter cooed and babbled on your hip.

"are there any cuts of meat that aren't so tough as they cook, sir?" you looked up at him with the purest smile in your face, known to make a bad man turn good.

toji snapped out of his daze, shaking his head as he slid the display fridge open with a shaky hand.

"err, yea.. i don't typically recommend these cuts for a weanin' kid like 'er sweet'art.. but.."

he trailed off, watching you nod along like he was some kind of expert, like his opinion actually mattered. your daughter tapped at the glass curiously, wide eyes following his hand as he gestured to the options. the butcher's chest warmed with something unfamiliar.

"i tell ya' what. i'll get'cha the most tender cut we got today, 'nd cut em' up into smaller chunks. how's tha' soundin' for you pretty? could make a hearty beef stew with that."

you nodded happily at the suggestion, gushing at how helpful and smart he was.

toji was doomed from that moment on.

you beamed at him like he hung the damn moon, and suddenly the grease under his nails didn’t seem like such a shame.

inside the prep room, toji was carving like he was on trial for it. precision. speed. no jagged edges. no excess fat. he was cutting for you now. not just some random Sunday rush.

he could still hear your baby giggling out front, and damn if that didn’t twist something deep in his chest he hadn’t felt since.. well. since things went south years ago.

by the time he came back out with the wrapped-up parcel, you were swaying slightly, humming softly to calm your daughter who was starting to get fussy. toji held the bundle out to you, but your eyes were on your kid, rubbing slow circles into her back.

“hope you don’t mind,” toji said, clearing his throat, “but I threw in some bone marrow too. for the stew. adds a lotta flavor.”

you gasped, eyes twinkling with awe. toji couldn't help but chuckle.

"that's very kind of you, sir."

“toji,” he offered, rubbing the back of his neck. “name's toji.”

you smiled, offering your name before bouncing your baby girl on your hip, "and this here is kira."

you patted your daughter’s back, and she squealed, face lighting up like she somehow knew this was a big moment.

toji looked at the two of you. you, standing there in your pretty little white sundress, littered with baby blue flowers and little kira, still clinging to the fabric of your dress like you were her whole world.

"ya-.. y'need help carryin’ that to your car?” toji murmured, snorting as he scratched the scar on his pink lips.

you blinked, surprised. “oh, that’s sweet of you, but I think we’ll be okay!—”

“nah, nah, i insist.” he said, already wiping his hands and moving around the counter, trying not to think too hard about how soft your voice sounded in the mess of a day he’d been having.

toji didn’t believe in fate. or at least, he thought he didn’t.

but as he held the door open for you and little kira waddled past, squealing about a squirrel she’d seen outside, he caught himself smiling.

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