Toji’s been through a lot of shit, is single handedly raising a toddler who’s a menace but he thinks this might be where he finally cracks.

Because here you are, his adorable fucking neighbour with a tendency to wear tight tank tops that show a hint of your navel and a flash of what he swears is a belly button piercing but maybe that’s him just projecting his fantasies on you.

You’re bent over because someone up there hates him and you’re looking under his sink in his kitchen. He has enough shame to subtly adjust his dark jeans so you don’t see the strain of the denim. He hasn’t gotten laid in fucking ages and clearly he’s pathetic enough to drool over his pretty neighbour who’s just trying to do him a solid.

“I can just call a repair guy, it’s chill,” Toji mutters, as he shifts Megumi on his hip, the four year old pressing his face into his neck but watching you, one hand balled into Toji’s shirt.

His eyes try to stay respectful and not linger on the strip of skin that shows as you do something under his sink. He’d ended up here, because his fucking sink gave out. No water anywhere in his apartment that’s right next to yours and you’d caught him balancing Megumi on his hip and calling the landlord to fix his fucking water supply.

Then you’d offered to check it out because the same thing had happened to you a couple times apparently and now he’s tortured with sight of your sweet ass. Goddamn it.

“No, no, seriously just give me a sec,” Toji hears you say as Megumi mumbles something about bath time into his shoulder and he just pats the brat’s head gently.

A little clanging, an uttered curse under your breath and then you’re pulling out and the waters spluttering from his tap. He arches a brow, impressed admittedly and drags his eyes up to your toothy grin.

“That’s…. really fuckin’ cool of you,” Toji mutters as he shifts Megumi on his hip because he’s a fucking idiot who doesn’t know how to say thank you. “The brat needs a bath an’ everything and he’s crazy about water.”