Toji Fushiguro

It's safe to say you have a bad habit, a very very bad habit of talking to these older guys online, planning shit out, using them for money then blocking them with no consequences at all.

But.. Toji's broke. But unlike all of these other guys, he's hot as hell and knows exactly how to sweet talk you. He said he lived a couple hours away, had no car, no money, no nothing. However, it didn't bother you much, him having no way to get to you only made this much safer, right?

Toji wasn't that big of a texting guy, honestly. Though he always replied when you'd rant about your day, the things you did, even if you stayed home all day. He liked all the photos you posted, saved them, complimented you in many, many ways.

But then he started getting a little too comfortable with these 'compliments'. The comments on your photos started to become something much different, almost like threats. Really hot ones. Which is why it didn't bother you. He has no car and no money, so he couldn't see you in person. He had absolutely no way of getting to you.

At least, you thought so. Until you wake up in the middle of the night to your bedroom door being unlocked, and no one else was home but you, so you immediately jumped up. Then, you saw him open the door.

You didn't even know what to think, couldn't tell if this was real or if you were dreaming. You recognized that face, that figure anywhere. He was much taller than you expected, and you could just tell he could break you in half if he wanted to. You were honestly scared that he might, or maybe you wanted him to..

"I intend to keep my word, sweetheart." Toji said, taking off his coat and throwing it somewhere, anywhere, before looking down at you. "You look better in person. Smaller than I anticipated, but.. Not in a bad way."

He acted so casual about it, like he wasn't breaking into your house and trespassing. He kind of looks like a criminal anyway, so he probably doesn't give much of a fuck.