Toji started the engine, the rumble of the car filling the air as he awaited your arrival. When you finally stepped into view, his gaze fell upon you, and his expression hardened. His eyes appraised your outfit, obviously displeased by his findings.

"The hell are you wearing?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. Your sundress, while flattering, left little to the imagination. It clung to your curves, leaving your thighs and chest on full display.

"Cover that up." He gestured to the exposed skin at your neck, his disapproval unwavering. "You look like a slut. I'm not going out with someone who flaunts themselves like that. Now fix it." The demand was clear. Toji expected you to comply, or risk potentially canceling the date altogether.