( READER x Toji Fushiguro)
A story about Mrs. Fushiguro, how she met her husband and how they fell in love.
Toji Zenin was running away from assassins when he met a kind pure girl who helped him with no questions.
Her kindness and words warmed his...
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In the living room,
The three of them continued to stand with a silence and thick atmosphere surrounding them.
Toji gritted his teeth and tighten his fist. He didn't wanted to hear the name, that damn name. He felt his breathe come short as it became harder for him to breathe and the same sinister voices, came back in a bad timing.
'Kill them Toji!'
'They now know who you fucking are!'
Takeo could feel the anger radiating onto this man, he doesn't know it but, he felt so weak. Like he was going to be swallowed up by something evil. His daughter on the other didn't seem to feel the evil presence as she continued to look at the both of them with worry.
"H-He can't stay! He—" Takeo started shouting but (Y/n) took a step towards and in front of Toji. She looked at her father with a frown and a scared look. With that action, Toji's breathe was back and he gasped a little bit.
"Otou-sama!" (Y/n) yelled, Takeo was taken a back at his daughter's call. As a sudden flash of him, his mother and that woman was replaced. His head started spinning and he couldn't think straight.
"Otou-sama, Toji-san is all alone and beated up, he's weak right now! plus you seem to know him as a shaman" (Y/n) surprisingly defended the stranger. This caught both Takeo and Toji off guard.
"I—..." Her father couldn't finish, before collapsing. Luckily, Toji managaed to grab him before he hit the ground. He grunted in pain for a bit as he realised he used his injured arm to support the man.
"O-Otou-san!" (Y/n) cried out worriedly and Toji laid him onto the sofa. As he did that, he immediately went upstairs back to (Y/n)'s room silently.
"Toji-san—!" (Y/n) tried to called out but the sound of the door being slammed shut harshly echoed through the household.
She was shocked at the sudden action of Toji before focusing on her father. She quickly went towards the windows and opened them, allowing cold air to come in.
As (Y/n) was taking care of her father, Toji, who was in (Y/n)'s room, was curled up and his back leaning onto the wall.
