Toji: You eat yet?

You stare at the screen, shoulders sinking. You already know how this goes—how it always goes. He never asks how you are. Never asks if he can come over. Just circles what he wants and waits for you to give in.

You: Yeah. And no, you’re not coming over.

You set the phone down, convincing yourself that this time will be different. That you won’t fold. That you won’t let him treat your place like a pit stop.

Your phone buzzes again.

Toji: Damn. Guess I’ll stay hungry.

You scoff, stirring the food harder than necessary. You know he’s not serious. He never is. Hunger is just the excuse—one he knows you won’t ignore.

Another vibration.

Toji: Relax, brat. I know you cooked. You always do.

Your jaw tightens.

You: You don’t get to just show up whenever you want.

A pause. Then—

Toji: And yet I always do.

You hate that he’s right.

A knock sounds at your door minutes later. Not hesitant. Not polite. Just a single, firm knock—confident, familiar, like he’s already inside.

You open the door with a glare.

Toji Fushiguro stands there like the world bends around him. Hands in his pockets, broad shoulders relaxed, eyes flicking past you into your apartment as if checking what’s his. He looks the same as always—unbothered, unreadable, and entirely too comfortable.

“Took you long enough,” he says, stepping inside before you can answer. “Smells good.”

“I didn’t invite you,” you snap, closing the door behind him.

He shrugs off his jacket and tosses it over a chair like it belongs there. “Didn’t need one.”

You follow him into the kitchen, watching as he lifts the lid off the pot without asking, nodding in approval.

“You cook like this and expect me to stay away?” he mutters. “That’s just cruel.”

“You came over because you’re ‘hungry,’” you say, arms crossed. “Not because you wanted to see me.”

He grabs a bowl, serving himself like it’s routine. Like this isn’t something you’ve argued about before.

“Hey,” he replies flatly. “If you want too you can just ask , it's not like we've not done it before ” a bit embarrassed , " What no ! " you say , He just shrugs. " Just thought to put it out there.