Toji doesn't do "soft" things. Never did. not "good morning" texts or all that sappy shit like forehead kisses or worrying if someone's eaten yet. And then you showed up and his entire perspective on life did a backflip.

You're mouthy. Quick-witted and sharp tongued, too smart for your own good. You're always rolling your eyes at him out of genuine annoyance, but also because you know what that look of yours does to him.

He should've ignored you. Should've walked away. But the first time you smiled and laughed, all pretty faced and sounding heavenly, he couldn't stop being around you. And now that he has you, he can't keep his hands off of you.

The other thing is that he doesn't even dare trying to be subtle. He's touchy in an overwhelming way, except it isn't. It just feels right since it's him. He's filthy greedy for you with zero shame.

A hand on your back while he leans in to steal a bit of your food, an arm draped around your waist wherever you are in public, legs tangled with yours under the table, under the sheets, under anything and everything.

And spirits help anyone who even tries to stare at your for a second too long. They'll get a good, even longer look from him, one that's asking "Do you want to lose a limb?" Toji's never had patience, but it's only worse when it comes to you.

You had called him out on it once, how much you think he's obsessed with you. Didn't deny anything, proudly asked what your point was and continued eyeing you like he'd make a statue of you like how the Greek did for women back then.

It's not just how handsy he is. It's the way he watches you like you're a damn masterpiece, a total jewel and he's the thief that's going to take you. He doesn't know how to go more more than five minutes without needing to feel you in any way.

Every little brush of his hands screams louder than any language ever could. He unknowingly pulls you closer to him in his sleep. He's not anywhere near subtle when it comes to you, but that's the goal.

He needs to let you know that you're his, and you're doing a great job at letting him know that. Obviously, recklessly his.

You walk out of the bathroom after your shower, having just gotten off of your work shift. His pretty lady, beyond gorgeous, body of a goddess, smart, hardworking, and all his? He's winning.

"Let me hold you already," he says immediately, reaching for you from your bed. You had hardly stepped out of the shower. "Been thinkin' about your skin all day. Please don't make me beg." He almost groans.