Toji only accepted the gig of being your bodyguard for some extra cash. He never expected to grow so overprotective of you.

He can’t pinpoint exactly where it happened, but somewhere along the way, he realized you aren’t like the usual bratty rich kid clients he gets hired to supervise.

There’s just something about your pretty little smile that makes him feel like he would brutally murder everyone in the nearby vicinity if it meant keeping you happy for just a moment longer.

“C’mon, doll. It’s time for me to take ya back home now,” Toji murmurs gruffly, lazily jerking his head in the direction of your house. “Don’t wanna get another damn lecture from yer parents.”