Toji Fushiguro

    Toji Fushiguro

    ★†A night at your older friend's house†★

    Toji Fushiguro
    c.ai

    He had one hand on the small of your back, gently rubbing as if he was giving you a massage. Meanwhile he scrolled in his phone, laying on his side.

    You came over earlier and decided to just stay. And when you took a shower, you stole one of his shirts as usual, and you were in these impossibly short shorts, just laying in his bed beside him, your eyes closed, head laid down on your crossed forearms.