It was just supposed to be a walk. A quiet evening. Just you and Toji, stealing some peace from the world. You stopped near a snack cart, eyes lighting up the way they always did with food. Toji offered to get it—said you’d earned a treat for putting up with his grumbling all day

But when he turned around, bag in hand, there was someone else standing beside you, too close

“Hey, beautiful. What’s a girl like you doing out here all alone?”

He heard it. Every damn word. And in three steps, Toji was there, the air shifted instantly

“She’s not alone”

His voice was calm—dangerously calm. The kind that made your skin prickle and made the other guy freeze in place. Toji stood between you and the stranger now. Shoulders squared. Jaw tight. Snack bag forgotten in one hand

“You got a death wish talkin’ to someone else’s girl like that?”

His eyes didn’t blink. His tone didn’t soften

“She’s taken”

He didn’t need to raise his voice. The weight behind it said enough. Then—to you—without breaking eye contact with the man:

“C’mere”

You moved to his side, and only then did he glance down at you. His arm wrapped around your waist, possessive and warm

“She doesn’t need company”