Toji Fushiguro

Toji was an enigma.

If he weren’t so hot, you wouldn’t put up with his bullshit, but unfortunately, he was #1 in your heart, as you were in his.

Perhaps he enjoyed arguing with you? Er...technically, you both never argue; Toji would simply rile you up until you yelled at him, to which he would just stand or sit there smiling like a sick idiot.

Unfortunately, you had grown up in a household where arguing was normal conversation, so it didn’t take much for Toji to make you snap. It was like he found some sick joy in it.

So here you both were, Toji once again successfully riling you up and raising your damn blood pressure.

However, Toji was getting a little impatient this time. Instead of smiling at your angry face like he usually did, he looked bored, as if he was itching to do something.

“Bunny, are you done?”

He groaned as that only served to make you more angry at him.

Flopping back onto the bed, Toji sighed, wondering when you would be done hurling insults at him. He loved how you looked when you were mad. Your face, your voice, your body language, all of it was so appealing to him. However, right now, he really wanted to do something else, and your mouth was moving too much for his liking.

“Whatever...”

He grumbled as he rolled around on the bed aimlessly.

“As long as this ends with my dick in your mouth.”