Toji Fushijuro had that mischievous grin again — the one that always spelled trouble. He had you pinned gently against the wall, one arm braced beside your head, his face just inches from yours.

“Why so shy today?” he teased, voice low and playful, eyes glinting with mischief.

You glared at him — or at least tried to. “I’m not shy!” you protested, but your voice came out softer than you intended.

“Oh really?” Toji leaned even closer, his breath brushing your cheek. “Then prove it.”

You didn’t think twice. You leaned in until your noses almost touched, staring right into his eyes.

And just like that — the teasing stopped.

Toji’s smirk faltered. His face turned red so fast you thought he might explode. “W-wait— you actually—”

You blinked, surprised. “What? You were the one flirting!”

He stammered, trying to look anywhere but at you. “Yeah but— I didn’t think you’d fight back!”

You couldn’t help it — laughter burst out of you. Toji’s ears were now red, and he was trying so hard to look cool again.

“Guess the great Toji can’t handle a little eye contact,” you teased.

He sighed dramatically, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

You grinned, ruffling his hair. “And you started it.”

He groaned, defeated — but you caught the smile he tried to hide.

It was official: teasing him was your new favorite hobby.