Imagination Mover [Toji Fushiguro x reader]

chapter 31

That night,after the dinner,you had slammed your bedroom door shut and screamed so loud the neighbors came over to check on you.

Toji lit up your world,he showed your a different side to him,a side that only Megumi got to see.He was kind,supportive and his dad jokes were so goofy you couldn't help but laugh.You saw his better half,the half where he wasn't barking orders or making you feel intimidated.

You laid still in bed with a stupid smile on your face and thought back to what had happened in the hallway.Toji wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him.It was his lips that brushed against yours.It was his breath that tasted of tobacco and made you yearn more further for his lips.It was him that made your knees buckle and your stomach twist and turn in a wonderful ache.

You were in love and judging from the signals Toji had given you,he wanted something from you too.Though,he seemed hesitant you would make his job much more easier.You were going to bring every day dream,fantasy and imagination,to life.

Though not now.Now,you stood in a large museum in a scattered crowd and amongst the most fanciest people you've ever seen.Your father and mother had there arms hooked and pressed,fake smiles plastered all over there faces.They conversed with some CEO of a apparent well known business.His hair was greasily gelled back and his peverted eyes raked over your body,disgustingly.

If you're  so well known,how come I've never heard of you,pig.

You thought and rolled your eyes.You did not want to sit around and listen to sixty year old men boast about the latest yatch they bought or the fancy cars they drive.The woman were worse,they talked about lunch date after lunch date and the amount of tea that was spilled at Catherine's house,so apparently she slept with her husbands father and is carrying his child instead of her husbands.
This social gathering sucked.

"Anyway,the Zenin's will be arriving soon and I can't wait to see what they have to offer at this year's function"
A blonde woman you knew very little about,spoke out and examined the large sculpture in front of her.Her hair was pulled in a tight bun,her cheekbones looked botched and her filled lips pulled into a judgy smile.

The museum itself was a big,open space with large glass windows and paintings and sculptures at every turn of every corner.
Lights flickered from gold to white and the rays of the moon cascaded onto the marble flooring.The type of people that paraded,they wore luscious dresses and spoke so proper it withheld a boring conversation.

I guess you looked the part.Dressed in a satin,blood red suit,dark heels that added to your height [the fucking killers mum got you] and your hair lightly cascaded over your shoulders.Your lips matched your suit and while you walk beside your mother,upright and powerful,just like she trained you,the blonde hag's conversation perked your interest.

"I think we all know what they have to offer"
Your mother quickly snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and laughed softly.
"The Zenin Clans face ofcouse,we've seen him last year and he was dashing was he not"

"Abit rough around the edges but a prominent beast I must say"

You pulled a face,the wrinkled woman sounded like one hell of a chaser.Your mother's screechy cackle clawed at your ears making you hiss abit too loudly.Like nails being dragged alongside your ears,you hissed and grit your teeth.

Fuck,could you get any more annoying

"Indeed I look forward to seeing him,maybe he might just take me home with him"

You observed your mothers judging look,her smile looked distasteful and her right eye had twitched slightly.You knew exactly what she was thinking.
She was prettier.
Why would this "overly attractive" man want a wrinkled,old,blonde.
"He just might"

"Ladies.."
Your father interrupted and wrapped his arm around your mothers waist.He smiled up at blondie and pulled his wife closer.
"Perhaps you two have forgotten that you're undoubtably married.."