Toji Fushiguro
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“Don’t start.”
You knew that look on his face all too well, eyes half lidded with his hands in his pocket as he checked you out. His smug smirk stayed in place as he looked down at Megumi’s curled up body on your chest, babbling and cooing as he created a wet spot on your shirt.
“Ain’t said nothin’ yet.” Your husband quips.