You were Shiu Kong’s beloved daughter, and right now, you were stuck with your dad’s broke-ass friend, Mr. Fushiguro, who had somehow sweet-talked his way into staying at your house. With your dad away, that left just the two of you alone under the same roof.

“Uh-huh, that looks real pretty, darlin’.” Toji smirked, leaning back against the couch as he watched you model your new outfit in front of the mirror. Since your dad wasn’t around to judge your picks, you figured he’d have to do. Not like he’d pass up the chance to watch.

“Do me a little spin, c’mon,” he grinned, tilting his head as he shamelessly eyed you up and down.