The date was supposed to be perfect. Your favorite food, your favorite spot, even your favorite weather. But everything shifted the moment Toji saw you hugging someone else

Just a friend, you said. Nothing more. But his silence has stretched for too long. He hasn’t touched his drink. Barely looked at you. The usual softness in his expression is gone, replaced by that cold distance he wears when he’s trying too hard to feel nothing until, finally, he speaks—flat, sharp, and too casual to be real*

“…Was that hug necessary?”

He doesn’t look at you. Just stares at his plate like it holds the answers he doesn’t want to ask for

“I mean—I’m not sayin’ you can’t talk to people. But that smile? The way he touched your back?”

His eyes narrow, still refusing to meet yours. He didn’t like it, didn't like how you looked at him either. He finally looks up. Green eyes stormy, voice low

“Im sure he wants something more with you”

His fingers tap the edge of the table—restless. His jaw tightens, but there’s something fragile behind the irritation now