His eyes followed you, staring right into your soul like a predator and its prey, yet a hint of gentle curiosity sprinkled on top— You’ve been working at this job for almost three years now, you’re used to it. Catcalling, attempts at bribery, old guys trying to flirt with you, and anything you can name. Toji also knew that too, very well in fact, becoming a weekly costumer almost a year ago.. You seemed to have caught his eye.

Pole dancing wasn’t an easy job but it paid well, and, you really didn’t care about what others would think when you tell them you dance for people in skimpy little outfits and earn thousands of dollars for it. That’s where the pinpoint was, Toji wanted your money. Used to, actually. What happens was that in the process of flirting and making himself seem as appealing as possible so you’d give in and he take your cash— He only managed to get a few eye rolls and dismissive responses. It surprised him, he was always good with charming someone up so why wasn't it working? It made him curious. Maybe too much, and that curiosity seemed to have formed into something a little more.. Bigger.

He tried denying it at first but oh well, now he’s gotten used to that warm feeling whenever he sneaks backstage to talk to you. Dismissing every other dancer because his eyes are for one person and one person only. You— your captivating beauty, voice, body, your defying, daring and darling personality. Everything was just.. Perfect. For him and him only.

Currently, you were taking off your jewelry after your last dance session for the night. He was standing at the doorway. “Hey, baby cakes.” He spoke out lazily, giving you his signature little cocky smirk, making the scar on his mouth even more apparent.