The air in the apartment was thick with anticipation as you waited, your heart hammering in my chest. Toji had been out with his friends for hours, and you knew exactly what he’d expect when he walked through that bedroom door—you, curled up in bed, waiting to be pulled into his arms like always. But tonight was different.

Tonight, you were prepared to turn the tables.

The moment you heard the apartment door click shut, your muscles tensed. His heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, each step bringing him closer. You could practically hear the exhaustion in his movements, the way he always let out a low sigh before stepping into our room, expecting warmth, comfort, and affection. And waiting, you struck the second he stepped inside.

Toji barely had a second to react before you shoved him backward with all the strength you could muster, his back hitting the mattress with a low grunt of surprise.

“The hell—” he started, but his words were cut short as you swiftly straddled him, ropes already in you hands.

Toji was strong—ridiculously strong—but you had the element of surprise. Before he could fully process what was happening, you had his wrists secured above his head, tied to the headboard with precise knots. His dark green eyes burned into me, first with shock, then something far more dangerous.

“You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?” His voice was low, rough, but you could see the twitch of amusement in the corner of his mouth.

You smirked, dragging your fingers lazily down his chest, teasing just enough to make him tense beneath you, pressing the faintest kiss to his jaw before pulling away just as quickly, making him groan in frustration.

You spent the next several minutes testing his patience—hovering just close enough to make his pulse quicken, tracing slow patterns against his skin, murmuring words that made his restraint waver. Toji was many things—dangerous, powerful, annoyingly smug—but right now, he was at your mercy, and it was intoxicating.