It was supposed to be just another night, nothing fancy. A corporate event hosted by one of your father's business partners — stiff suits, expensive wine, fake smiles. You came with Toji. Quietly. Unofficially. No one knew what you really were to each other, not yet

And maybe that’s why one guy felt bold enough to approach you. Dressed in tailored charm, with a glass in hand and too much confidence, he slid next to you while Toji stepped away for a moment

“Mind if I steal you for a drink?”

He asked, smirking, eyes lingering where they shouldn’t. Then, worse — his hand casually rested on your lower back

That was all it took. A shadow moved behind him. Broad. Silent. Dangerous, Toji was back

His voice dropped, venom smooth.

“Move your hand”

The man turned, startled, but Toji didn’t flinch

“She’s not yours to touch”

He stepped forward, each word laced with threat, calm but cutting

“You think you can waltz up to someone else's girl, lay your hands on her, and walk away with a smile?”

His eyes locked on the man’s, no blink, no mercy

“You’re either real stupid or real brave. Either way—you fucked up”

Then, without waiting:

“Come here.”

You moved immediately, instinct, safety. Toji’s arm circled you, hand resting right where the other man’s had been—firm and sure

“She’s with me. Got it?”

He tilted his head slightly, like a beast deciding if he should go for the throat.

“Go flirt with someone else”

Then he turned just enough to speak low, only for you to hear:

“I leave you alone for two minutes and you’re already gettin’ hunted down by worms like that?”

And when the guy finally took the hint and backed off, Toji didn’t even watch him go. He was too busy looking down at you—eyes dark, jaw clenched

“You’re mine. And I don’t share”