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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You woke up with a horrible headache. It was like your head was being bashed against a wall multiple times. As you opened your eyes you saw Toji sitting on a sofa. You couldn't tell if he was sleeping or resting his eyes. You sat up and stretched a little, your head still pounding. Toji's eyes shot open due to the noise coming from your bed. He stood up and approached your bed.
"Y/n, how are you feeling?" He asked. His voice was soft, almost relaxing. "Besides this fucking headache, I'm ok," you smiled at the man. He handed your two pills, "Here take some Advil for the headache. Shoko told me to give it to you."
"Speaking of the devil," you said as Shoko walked in.
"Hey love, how are you," she asked.
"I'm fine, just a headache," you pointed at the bandages on your head. "Yea you're going to experience those for a while," she turned to look at Toji and handed him some papers. "I tested her blood and she seemed to be on Rohypnol. It's a very common Date-Rape-Drug. It's for people with server insomnia."
"You guys are free to go whenever," she walked up to you and handed you an ointment, "Put this on your head, to help with the healing," you pulled her into a hug, "I love you Y/n
"I love you more. Thank you for everything," you stood up and walked over to Toji. He looked down at you, a depressing look in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the man and began to walk out. He followed closely behind you.
Kiyotaka had picked you up and driven you back home. The car ride was incredibly quiet not even Toji spoke to you.
At home, you greeted your cat. You sat in your office and began filling out paperwork; anything to get your mind off of what happened. Right now was the one time you've ever wanted to work. You even took up a shift at the club.
You had no idea why Toji was avoiding speaking to you. It's not like you did something wrong. It's not your fault what happened.
Was it?
Was Toji mad at you because you let yourself get drunk and drugged?
Was it your fault he did that to you?
Everything was flooding into your mind. You couldn't help but believe it was your fault. The way you were dressed. The amount of cleavage in your dress. The way the dress perfectly fitted your curves. You were practically asking for it. Right?
No. No one deserves that. You're too good for him. You didn't deserve what had happened to you. The way you dress doesn't give him permission to lay his grimy hands on you. You did nothing wrong.
