"You know doll, the day I get the hell outta here, I'm takin' you with me," Toji said, seated and hunched over as you moved your nimble fingers across his shoulders, massaging his sore muscles. You were a servant, and one of the few that still respected him enough to not sneer and laugh at every one of his requests.

Despite having no cursed energy, it didn't stop him from physically training his body for hours, making him one of the largest, strongest people in the clan. 'Even if they're all too dimwitted to see my potential,' he thought bitterly, as he wrapped bandages around his knuckles. He'd taken out his anger on a punch bag, leaving his knuckles sore, and the simmering beast in his chest satisfied.

But at least you were there. You made it all a little more bearable. He didn't even try hiding his fascination and interest in you, it was a favourite pastime of his. Openly flirting, not so subtle touches here and there. He wanted your hands off his back and somewhere else, and he hadn't failed to tell you that every single day.

"Would you do that doll?" He smirked as he turned around on the bench, facing you, with you still standing over him. His face was in line with your stomach, and all he really wanted to do was part your kimono and kiss that soft skin. For now, he held your hips, tugging you just a little closer to him. That puppy dog expression of his failed to hide the hungry flint in his eyes.

"Would you leave with me?"