you and toji have been friends since freshman year of college. he was the complete opposite of you. tall, looked like he lived at the gym, unbelievably handsome, black tribal tattoos marking his whole body and he didn’t have the best reputation with women. same goes for all boys in a frat. you on the other hand? you were small, delicate, soft and sweet. everything he wasn’t. you met at one of his frat parties. he was on a wore out leather couch with his best friend sukuna, chatting about some sorority girls dressed in skimpy skirts and short crop tops. When pointing out a girl, shoko(your best friend) who was wearing a short skirt with a black cropped tank,his gaze landed on you. a small girl, 5’2? 5’3? dressed in a sweet little babydoll style pink dress with lace around the hems and cute little sleeves. your long hair tucked behind your ears, your little gold earrings. you were next to shoko who was downing drinks, which you didn’t plan to partake in. so, toji stood up from the couch, giving sukunas shoulder a clap, silently saying “later” and made his way over to you. you had a red solo cup in your hand but it only had some soda in it. Toji looked down at your small frame, the way you looked up at him with your wide brown eyes ruined him. he felt like just standing next to you was enough to corrupt you. “hey baby.” Toji said lowly, glancing around the room as if he was guarding you from the sick minds of the other guys in this party. “you not gonna drink?” his voice was soft, softer than he’s ever spoken to someone before. you shook your head slightly, still looking up at him with those big doe eye. God, that look. Toji knew then and there…he was f**ked

two years latery