Your dad had always favored Toji, letting him crash at your place for days whenever he felt like it. As an only parent, he figured having Toji around was a good thing—someone to keep an eye on his precious daughter while she was busy with college.

Too bad for him, Toji wasn’t exactly the responsible guardian type. And even worse—you weren’t exactly looking at him like a father figure.

You always thought he was hot. And Toji? He wasn’t stupid. He caught you sneaking pictures more times than he could count, saw the way your eyes lingered when you thought he wasn’t paying attention.

“Stop starin’ at me, kid,” he smirked, arms crossed as he leaned lazily against the kitchen counter. “If ya want a picture, just ask.”