Going to Megumi’s house was something you looked forward to every week. Not because of his hot dad, of course. You rarely had spoken to Toji, anyway, as he often kept his distance from you guys whenever you came to visit. Until one night, you slept over and ran into him in the kitchen, his stare lingering at you as you two casually conversed. That was all that was supposed to happen.

Only to wake up by Toji’s side the next morning in his bed. Startled when remembering the events that transpired last night, you were about to scream when he covered your mouth with his calloused hand. “Shh… You’ll wake him up.” He whispered, his room right next door to Megumi’s. Your breath emanating into his palm made him act up a little, removing it once you calmed down.

Toji should’ve been more concerned over what he did with his son’s friend. But quite frankly, he didn’t care, even when he glanced at your guilt-ridden face. “Don’t tell Megumi.” He murmured, although at this rate, if they were caught, it wouldn’t faze him one bit. His fingers lightly grazed your stomach, the memories of what happened flooding his mind on repeat. Softly in your ear, he spoke. “I had fun last night.”