Fabricated Lives (Toji x OC)

1: A Bar

 A/N:

Welcome to my new story!!!

Toji Fushiguro wasn't one to drink, but he did frequent bars. Not only were bars full of lonely women, looking for someone to keep them company for the night, but it was also full of women who didn't keep a good watch over their wallets. Most nights Toji would go from woman to woman, stealing from these women he would hook up with. It was a shitty thing to do, but it's not like he cared. None of these women were on the same level as her.

The bar he was at tonight wasn't one of his regulars. He had gone through too many close calls, almost running into women he'd already stolen from. This bar was quieter and smaller than the other ones he's been to. So far, he hated this bar. There weren't many people here, and the people that were here were mostly men. It made a small pool even smaller.

There was one woman that caught his eye. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress with a deep plunge that showed off her...assets. Her long hair was dyed red, straight and shiny. Her smile was effortless and toothy.

As Toji looked at her closer he noticed she wasn't the best investment. Not only was she sitting next to her friend, but she also looked cheap. Her heels must have been hammy down from an older sister or mother, her dress had been ripped and resewn in one spot. Toji figured that the only designer bag she would ever own would be a fake one. But there weren't many other options for him.

Toji got up from his seat and slowly made his way over. Sure she was with her friend, but he had been watching the two and figured that she would walk off.

The woman he had his eyes on stood up and began to walk towards him. Just my lucky day, Toji thought. When it came to women, he usually didn't have to do much, they came to him, and this situation wasn't different at all.

"What's your name, handsome?" She crossed her arms over her chest, Toji couldn't help but look down.

"Toji," he leaned in more, a sly smile on his face. "What's yours?"

"My name doesn't matter," she flashed her toothy but charming smile. "You see that man behind you?"

Toji turned his head and saw a charming brunette smiling at the red head.

"That's my date for the night. I know you were looking at me, but I'm not available." She pointed at her friend that still sat at the bar with their back turned to them. "My friend however is. You should introduce yourself."

Before Toji could open his mouth to argue he felt her hand on his back, pushing him over to her. Then she was gone. She was standing next to the brunette she had been eyeing all night. Toji rolled his eyes as he looked over to the red head's friend. He would have never spared her a second thought. Her brown hair was curled, she wore glasses, and she was taller than most girls.

But his green eyes widened as he looked closer at her. He thanked himself for sparing her that second look. She would have never caught his eye, not the way her friend had caught his eye. But now as he got closer to the woman, he noticed that her friend intervening was the best thing to happen. Sitting in her lap was a small black Prada bag, probably around 504,000 yen. Toji's mind couldn't even comprehend the numbers that the rest of her outfit cost.

The woman wore a pair of blue high waisted pants that were baggy, adorned with some designer belt at her waist. She wore a white button down, with a tight sweater layering on top of it. Resting on the chair behind her was a long black trench coat. She didn't seem like the kind of woman to carry a lot of cash on her, but a pair of earrings, even just one, would be more than any amount of cash he could steal from a woman's wallet.