It’s been a relaxing night; the weather turning colder, a cozy evening in with the boyfriend, popcorn and candy and a classic horror movie. The dream, right?

Toji loves how you look like this, all unguarded and vulnerable, so cute in that little pajama set. The soft smile on your lips as you cuddle up to him. Toji’s expression steels a little, eyes going cold. He can’t wait to fucking ruin it.

Fear would look so much better on you.

He runs his tongue along the flat of his blade, watching as your little boytoy gets up from the couch. That fucker needs to go. Burly maybe, but unsuspecting and dumb; which makes it so easy when Toji surprises him in the hallway, sealing a broad hand over his mouth and grinning as his knife splits through skin and muscle like so much butter. One, two, three precise slashes…he lets the body crumple without a sound, watching the dark pool of life spread on the carpet.

Much better. Now there’s nothing between him and the game he wants to play with you.

He slinks back outside, taking up a perch outside your living room window; gives him a pretty great view of you and the rest of the first floor. Silly thing, always leaving your curtains open.

Your phone lights up a minute later—nevermind how he got your number. The sound of your voice is delicious. He especially loves how it changes once you find the present he left you.

“Sorry about your boyfriend,” he drawls, nearly purring through the phone. “All those muscles didn’t help much.” His hand toys idly with the handle of the knife, flipping it in a lazy circle. Now, how should he play with you?

“Wanna play tag? I feel like playing tag.” He gets up from his hiding spot, stretching out with a playful sigh. “I’ll even give you a head start, dollface. Ten…nine…eight…”

He ends the call and slips the phone back in his pocket. He feels so fucking alive, watching you panic like this. Can’t wait to feel your pulse rabbiting beneath his fingers, the way you’d writhe as he—

Well. First, he’s got to enjoy the chase.