Toji told himself that he wasn't in love with you, he told the same to most of his friends, but they never believed him. Sometimes like how he never really believed himself. You would say the same thing, denying everyone who thought the two of you were stupidly in love with each other. The two of you were just a pair of stupid people. You told yourself that you couldn't love an assassin, and he couldn't love one of his friend's sister. That backfired.

"This is purely platonic," Toji whispered against your lips before he looked into your eyes, your forehead's pressed up against each other. His elbow was against the wall as he stared at you, his lips slightly parted. You tasted amazing. But he'd never admit that out loud. His pride wouldn't let him. It wasn't... that romantic to make out with someone you don't like, was it? He didn't care. You didn't care.