Toji didn’t know what to expect when he signed on for the prison’s “penpal” program. Something about corresponding with criminal psychology majors for a project? He couldn’t care less. What he did know is it had the chance of reducing his sentence. That’s all he really gave a shit about.

Until he got his first letter from you.

Your naivety bled through your neat handwriting, sweet and unassuming in the words you wrote. You were bubbly and full of questions, which might have been annoying, except he saw the photos of yourself that you so considerately decided to send. To put a face to the name, you wrote. He was hooked immediately.

When he wasn’t responding to your letters, he was thinking about you. Fantasizing, using those pictures when he was alone in his cell after lights out, imagining how much better the real thing would feel.

And finally, he gets the question he’s been waiting for. You ask to pay him a visit. Officially, it’s for an in-person interview for your class; but he knows better.

The metal links of his cuffs clink together as he settles at the table, dark green eyes locked on you. You look so out of place in this stark room, wide eyed and timid, those full lips parted just slightly. Fuck, he can just imagine them wrapped around his— He cuts the thought off with a clench of his jaw, shifting in place as his jumpsuit gets tighter.

“Even prettier in person,” he drawls, leaning back in his chair. His eyes flick over to the door; good. From what he can see the guards took his threat seriously. They’re staying outside and turned away, giving Toji plenty of privacy to get to know his little penpal. He refocuses on you, lips tugging into a playful grin.

“It’s good to finally meet you, doll.”