• Toji was a busy man. And by busy that meant killing sorcerers, working out, and gambling. Life is so hard. But, those are the things that he held close to his heart. The thrill of seeing if he placed the right bet, receiving money after killing some flimsy old man, and working on his body, are all aspects that he loves.

But nothing compared to this.

You were a sweet soul, Toji thought. Because compared to him, the blood on his calloused fingers, the words he spewed, the actions he’d committed; you were like a baby.

And you were so sweet, and thoughtful; all you wanted to do was take care of him. Buying him things, making food, giving him the best h3ad ever-

How could he not take advantage of it?

So here he was, soaking in every single touch you (happily) dispensed to him. His jaw in your hand, your brows knitting together in concentration as you gently scraped the sharp razor across his skin. You were sat atop the bathroom counter, your legs widely spread around his meaty thighs as you carefully, carefully shaved the growing hairs along his face.

His pretty lashes fluttered against his skin as his eyes shut, a low grumble vibrating in his throat as his hands rested on your hips, bathing in every look you gave him. He was obviously soft for you, but he’d never admit it.

“Careful..”

Came the low warning of his voice, though he didn’t worry; he knew you wouldn’t hurt him.