𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠 𝘡𝘌𝘕'𝘐𝘕 ⋆⑅˚₊

-20XX/12/10

REMEDIES

Last nights events were a blur.

But, somewhere deep inside you, you knew that you had fun in the party, whether it was bullying Naoya alongside the albino menace named Gojo Satoru, or flipping the tables once more and bullying the awkward misogynist Naoya, it was fun.

'Christ, my job is gonna make me an alcoholic.' A migraine hits you hard as you curl into a ball, feeling the after effects of drinking on your body once more.

'God, if only I knew someone who's been around for years and drinks a lot.' For some odd reason, this description seemed extremely familiar to you.

Suddenly, it hits you, you DO know someone who's been around for years and drinks a lot. Grabbing your phone, you open your texts and call a certain absent father with the name 'Toji Fushiguro'.

Watching the phone ding and play it's repetitive annoying sound filled you with unease as the migraine you were having was already killing you.

The ding that signified the person over the phone picked up suddenly sounded so heavenly as the familiar coarse voice made its noise through the phone.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

Bless your soul Toji.

"Eugh, I have a headache, do you have any good remedies?"

"Hangover or stress?"

"Hangover."

"My my, little lady, you've become quite the alcoholic."

"I'll be there in a bit, just give me 15 minutes."

* beep *

Putting your phone back down, you cover your eyes with your arms as the light started to seem too bright again.

Time passed like water as you waited for Toji, you wondered what he would think of you, looking like this?

Ah— why are you even wondering what he'd think of how you looked? How odd.

A sharp knock on the door cut off your train of thought as you stood up and limped towards the door.

Opening it gingerly, the same scary-but-cute-in-a-way smile greeted you as Toji shakes the plastic bag of hangover remedies in his hand.

"Thank you so much, come in." Opening your door, you let him in.

Toji takes his place on the couch once more, placing the remedies on the small coffee table you had.

"There it is, just ask me whatever." He says, turning on the TV and zoning out into the shows playing.

'Haha, what a rude guest.' You thought to yourself, using the remedies he bought.

After taking them, you sat on the corner of the couch with him, given how he was taking up most of the space.

He groggily sits up, scooting over for you to have a tad bit more space.

"Thanks." You leaned into the couch, enjoying his company silently as the TV filled up the quietness in the room.

Oftentimes you found yourself staring at the scar lipped man, from time to time taking in the unique features he had unique to his own self.

He really was a good looking man, no matter where you looked, it always managed to have some sort of appeal to him.

"Enjoying the view?" Turns out your observation wasn't as discreet as you thought it was, looking up at his face, he makes a stupid and infectious grin which has you smiling aswell.

"Pshh, you wish. I'm just watching the TV." Looking away hurriedly, you try to catch up on the nonsense your screen has been blurting, randomly laughing at jokes that you don't understand.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, I am quite the eye candy." Flexing his bicep, he smugly looks up as you chuckle, mainly at him though, the show you two were watching was absolute ass, but it still was kinda fitting to what you two idiots were doing.

"Yes yes, so beautiful." Your sarcastic tone managed to undermine the fact that you actually felt serious about it.

"Uhuh, take a picture while it lasts." Putting his arm down, he leaned onto the armrest, going back to watching the horrendous show on the TV.

Deciding to risk it, you scooted closer to him and plopped your head on his thighs, catching him slightly off guard.

"Getting bold now, are we?" With a small chuckle, he gently places his hands and combs them through your hair as you slowly doze off, only focused on his breathing and the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

'Maybe I do care about what he thinks of me.'