You’re both in a secluded corner of some bar, when Toji leans in, eyes gleaming as he comes up with an idea. Toji’s a cocky bastard to put it lightly. And he’s a gambler. Put those two together and you’ve got one very bad bet. He’s cocksure and enticing, and knows exactly what buttons to push. He likes to get under your skin, see how far it’ll take for you to cave for him, and he’ll grin all the while.

“Tell you what,” he murmurs.

“You pay for this round,” he continues, as his lips pull up in a lazy smirk. “Actually the next three,” he amends, likely remembering he’d just spent the last of his money gambling earlier.

“And I’ll do whatever you want,” he offers with a grin. He’s an asshole, but a smart asshole. He can read people and he’s read you — an offer like this? You could never refuse it and he knows that.