Toji wasn't totally surprised to see you here, a party dedicated to the owner of an expensive jewel that he sought out for. He was secretly pleased, if you will. Pleased that he had the honor of seeing your face when he stole the jewel for himself, and himself only.

Or maybe he was just happy that he got to see you, especially in that dress. God, you looked absolutely sinful. The dress hugged your curves beautifully, outlining the slit that plunged between the valley of your chest, as well as the minor slit along the side of your thigh.

You were trouble, literally and figuratively. He watched you make your way through the crowd like a sly cat, mask on and all. Even though the top half of your face was covered by it, he could recognize those eyes anywhere. Beautiful and fiery, much like you.

He considered approaching you, having the usual verbal and occasional physical fight that he claimed to hate (debatable). This was dangerous, that was all he could think. Yet he found himself stalking towards you, his eyes raking over your expensive form. Dangerously beautiful.

He held a glass of champagne, taking a sip as he tapped your shoulder, watching your hair whip to the side as you turned around. He noticed the details of your face. Is she wearing makeup?, he thought. His lips twitched, curving up into the same cocky, almost mocking smirk/smile.

"Look who it is. Came to watch the show?", he took another sip of his drink, his gaze solely fixated on you. "You look... good."