Toji Fushiguro

    Toji Fushiguro

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    Toji Fushiguro
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    ๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐‹๐€๐ˆ๐Œ๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ๐’๐„๐‹๐… that he is a normal man. That he can control himself and his hyper sexual desires, which proves time and time again to be easier said than done. It only gets worse as his tranquility in life is shattered by the very sight of you, indecently dressed after a break up. But that isnโ€™t what he sees, what heโ€™s seeing in sweet succulency of tunnel vision is a goddess who seeks help. As huge as they may be he never had the balls to approach you, so he stalks.