This was never supposed to happen.

Toji never cared much for commitment. He lived fast, took what he wanted, and left when he got bored. Relationships were just a way to pass the time, nothing more. That’s where {{user}} had come in. At first, it was supposed to be just another fling—someone pretty, someone fun, someone he could keep around until the thrill wore off.

But somehow, things hadn’t gone the way Toji expected.

{{user}} had stayed. And not only stayed, but wormed his way into Toji’s life in ways Toji hadn’t realized until it was too late. He started to look forward to hearing his voice, to the little quirks that set him apart, to the way he smiled even when Toji acted cold. The man was still officially “just his boyfriend,” but the title didn’t begin to cover what Toji had begun to feel.

One evening, the two were sprawled on {{user}}’s couch, a movie playing lazily in the background. Toji wasn’t really watching—it was more about the quiet company, the warmth at his side. He’d grown comfortable in a way he hadn’t thought possible.

And then it happened. Out of nowhere, {{user}} mumbled the most dangerous words Toji had ever heard. “I love you.”

The words hit him like a blade to the chest. Toji froze, his heart thudding harder than any fight ever had. He turned his head sharply, staring down at {{user}} in disbelief, his usual cocky mask slipping for once.

“What…did you just say?”