UNDER HEAVY REVISION
𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙁 ━ an acronym for the term "Dad I'd Like to Fuck"
━━ Y/n L/n and Toji Fushiguro share the same hatred for the Zenins, and so they begin to plot a fake marriage as revenge against the clan. What will happen when they're...
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After Toji gave you your gift you both agreed to order food. The only problem was it was late and not many places were open.
"You ok with Mcdonald's?" you looked up from your phone. "I don't eat that stuff," he looked back at you. "Come on," you whined, "You can have one cheat meal. It not going to kill you. Plus it's all that's near us and open."
"Fine," he sighed. You handed him your phone so he could put in what he wanted, and when he finished you did the same.
"You excited for tomorrow?" he asked as he walked around your office. He was obviously trying to be nosey, but you let it slide. "Eh, it's just like every other party. The only exciting part is seeing Saturo. It's been like forever since I've seen him."
"You and Gojo must be close," He was looking at the framed pictures on the wall, "That's you and him, right?" You stood up to look at which photo he was talking about. It was a picture of you and Satoru from when you were little; about nine or ten. The two of you were sitting at some fancy restaurant. You wore a light pink dress and Satoru wore a plain black tuxedo. You both had super big smiles on your face. The photo was very nostalgic.
"Yea. We've been friends basically since birth. I like to think it wasn't because of our family alliances, but it definitely rooted from that. I was even supposed to marry him at some point. We were against it, though," You smiled at the photo. "It's cute; you were a cute kid," he chuckled.
"Yea, it feels like forever since I've seen Satoru. We've both been busy with work and all. We just don't have time to hang out anymore," you paused, "In our twenties, we were living the life; clubbing, getting drunk, smoking weed. It was fun."
"What happened?" He turned to look at you. You did the same. "I had to grow up," You sighed, "After my mom died, I inherited her business. To be honest, I still haven't fully adjusted to all the work. It's a lot, so most of my free days I'm sleeping or working on the club."
"But why have the club if your day job is already making you so much. If you think about it, you'd be living the same lifestyle you do now without the club," Toji continued to look at the photos.
"The club was the first business I ever owned. So it's kind of like sentimental."
"A strip club is sentimental?" he practically laughed at you.
"Yea; just think about it. It's the one empire I can say I built on my own; with no help from family or friends. It's the one thing I can say was mine from the start. I genuinely love working there too. That's why I take shifts. I don't have to, but it's the one place I feel I can have fun while working."
"Well you should invite Satoru to the club," he shrugged his shoulders, moving to your desk.
"I would, but he is so focused on work. I don't want to distract him," you followed Toji to your desk.
