Italic 。| jeunmiessi [Toji Fushiguro x Reader] COMPLETED

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One week has passed.

Then another.

He was always there, either in front of you or behind you in line. It was probably a coincidence and not some stalking case. You always ran into him two times, one time each week. It did not bother you but it was something that you can't just walk pass through. The short phrase you wrote on your paper a few days back added up to your retention of his presence. As you remembered, you cussed about what you wrote and how weird it was to write about a complete stranger.

Today was another day to buy groceries and you still haven't found any job so you had the time to go to the convenience store. Secretly peeking above the shelves, you tiptoed and looked for any signs of the man. However, he was nowhere in sight. Your brain almost failed you once more by thinking of the man, but you shrugged it off before you can even draw conclusions about his whereabouts. You grabbed a loaf of bread, a jar of jam and a bottle of soju to survive you for another week or so. Ready to seek a job at the same day, you hurriedly went to the cashier to pay for your groceries.

And for the love of god,

you were short on cash.

Kyle (the cashier) seemed worried. "No cash?," he says. "You can just give back the payment when you can."

Knowing that you cannot withstand being indebted to other people, you politely replied "It's okay, I'll do something about it." While looking at every small pocket and the smallest spaces inside your wallet for a sign of a penny or folded cash — which was not really possible — the cashier register suddenly made a beep, and you saw Kyle click on the keyboard and your receipt slowly printing on the side after hearing someone say "Take this."

You looked — I mean, looked up — at the man beside you. He was even taller when closer! He was around 6'1 in height, and his build was, well, it made you blush and look away. It was so overwhelming to see a sculpted body with broad shoulders whose bulkiness showed a bit through the sleeves of his shirt. It made you imagine what more was under that oversized top — AND WE'RE BACK. (Stop drooling, you!)

"You didn't have to do that," you said keeping your head down, feeling shy.

"I know," he said. And oh, is his voice deep. Yes, it is. He took his part of the groceries before turning his back and walked out of the convenience store. Kyle handed you the change which you felt very hard to accept because it wasn't even change from your own cash but his. You took the change and your groceries then ran outside to follow the man.

"Hey!" you shouted. He did not stop so you had to run in front of him, which felt very shocking considering how you had to literally look up to face him. When he did not respond, you handed him the change yet his hand did not reach for it. "I don't want to take this, and I will pay you back when I get the chance to."

"I merely did that because it seemed like an emergency, so consider it as help," he said. You kind of got oversensitive, considering the stress you were currently in thinking of finding a company to work in this same afternoon, so you felt kind of offended with what he said.

"I'm not a charity case. So please, take this and accept my offer." You said with a stern tone. You took his hand and put the pennies in it then you pulled out your note pad and pen from your pocket. "I'll get your name and address for contact when I have the money."

"How are you going to get money?," He asked.

"Is that even relevant?" You asked.

"Yes."

"How is it relevant?"

"Who knows where you are going to get money. You'll either pay me with stolen money or from a regular salary."

"Do I look like a thief?," you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms and looked at you with an annoying grin.

"Alright, I'll ask questions. Do you have a job?"

You looked away just by the first question. He chuckled at your reaction. "See?"

"I'll pay you back," You said.

"What's your job?."

"Why do you care?," You rolled your eyes.

"Just answer me." He said. You sighed.

"Journalist. Creative writer," You answered briefly. He paused for a moment then smiled and walked away, but before he got far from you, you heard him speak.

"Toji Zen'in. Nice to meet you."