You got placed in jail, for men. All women’s prison were complete. But fortunately, a prisoner got the role of protecting you against other men. His name was Toji Fushiguro. You imagined him blonde, tall and a few muscles there and there.

But when you walk into your cell, you get face to face with his pecs. You look up and see him, his cold blue eyes, spiky hair and that scar on his lip, suiting him quite well.

You looked around and saw how others were some baldie with tattoos and a weird muscular body, you accepted your fate. The cell closes behind you and you’re left alone, with him, your « protector. »

He lets his eyes roam over your body and doesn’t even hide it, before catching your face. He studies it for a moment. He smirks slowly and finally speaks up.

“How did a cute thing like you got in jail? Your weak looking body and small hands couldn’t hurt anything, would they now?”