It had been a few days since your parents left for their vacation, leaving the house eerily quiet. You had grown used to the silence, enjoying the freedom of having the place to yourself—until the doorbell rang.

When you opened it, there stood Toji, your father’s best friend. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his dark eyes scanning you with a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your dad asked me to check on you while they’re gone.”

You hadn’t expected him to actually show up. Toji was intimidating, with his broad frame and the scar across his lip adding to his rough charm. He always had this air of control around him, making anyone feel small in his presence.

“Hope you’re not planning to cause trouble,” he teased, stepping inside uninvited, his presence instantly filling the room. He looked around, taking in the state of the house before his gaze returned to you, lingering a bit longer than necessary.

You shook your head.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. “Good.”

For the rest of the evening, he made himself comfortable—far too comfortable, lounging on the couch as if he owned the place, his legs stretched out as he watched TV. His presence was impossible to ignore, every movement drawing your attention as you tried to focus on anything but him.

“You know,” Toji’s voice cut through the quiet, “I think your dad underestimated how much you’d need looking after. Someone could take advantage of you, being all alone like this.”

The air in the room grew tense as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk playing on his lips. He wasn’t just talking about anyone, and you both knew it.