Italic 。| jeunmiessi [Toji Fushiguro x Reader] COMPLETED

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I had nothing to do. So I cleaned again. His place is pretty great and pretty spacious (without his mess, of course). I guess I should teach him instead of me always taking the initiative when it comes to cleaning. What if I was not present (which I really am not in an "always' basis)? The mess will just come back again. Sigh.

Why did he want me to stay anyway? Was there something wrong?

What if he's about to do something crazy? Well, even if he's a douchebag, I doubt he'll do something inappropriate (except his presence in my life). I sighed. There was nothing else to clean. But his room. I don't have the permission to go in his room and clean it up. But something in me is very curious about what his hobbies are, what he loves to do, what type of person he is when it comes to organizing stuff— ugh, never mind that last part (heh).

I sighed. I have nothing else to do so I stood up. He did exempt me from something within my responsibility, so, I guess we're quits if I do this. Forced smirk 'cause it doesn't suit me. At all.

I opened the door, and— grunt. The living room, kitchen, and bathroom was like the "after" results, and his room is the literal "before" condition of his place. I sighed. Well, I a bit nervous to actually clean the whole place up. I might throw something that I mustn't. I stood frozen in shock when I saw a foot of paper pile on his desk. Those weren't there last night. Don't tell me he worked the whole early morning and didn't sleep? I walked to his desk and read it one by one.

Most of the pages had some copy reading symbols on them. Some were his own works, and it seems like he's knowledgeable in all categories, except for literary pieces since I haven't seen a single one among the pile. I can't resist to smile. It was so satisfying to read some of his works, there were almost no errors in each of them.

I saw a framed picture on the left side. It seems like a family picture... and Toji seems to be a little far from the group of people in the middle? Toya's words back then came back to my mind.

'He's a part of the Zenin clan, you know that prestigious family who has a knack for martial arts and experts in using cursed tools? It was said that he was the only one born in the family who cannot use cursed energy. It was also a rumor that he was made CEO by the previous one, his uncle, for him to like do a little 'something' in life. Like he was some kind of burden at home.'

Hm... it adds up. But I don't want to assume. I guess, I can ask him? Or not? If I did, would he even answer? I don't really know a thing or two about him. I do know that he's messy and loves lollipop and ice cream for a head start, but any deep facts relating himself or his family, nothing of that yet.

My eyebrows furrowed when I saw a baby picture of him. Damn, his hair sure is pointy since birth. It's so damn straight that it pierces through the eyes of whoever sees it. Giggle.

"Cute, isn't he?"

SHIVER. THIS MAN KEEPS APPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE. His warm breath hit the back of my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I looked a little at the side, careful of what my face might meet if I face him fully.

"You scared me." I said while frowning. He chuckled and took a few steps back.

"I leave you for a few hours then you become a stalker?" He said and pulled his chair and sat down. He opened the packaging of a strawberry popsicle he bought. This man is close to having diabetes, I swear. 

"I'm not stalking. I just had nothing else to do." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Ooh, sounds like an excuse. From a stalker." He said then licked his food. Uhh. Umm.

Why the fuck am I blushing.

I looked away while my face was slowly warming up. I glanced a smirk on his lips and he continued what he was doing, BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY THIS TIME. Perverted asshole.

I glanced at the papers on his desk again.

"I noticed that you write in every category. Except for literary pieces." I said. "Why so?"

He looked up and tilted his head a bit while thinking. "Well, I'm not really the very creative type. I'm more of a formal and serious writer. I prefer news than fiction." He stood up and walked towards my direction. He was very close to me, like, super close that it looked like he was going for a hug (?) until I heard the desk's cabinet creak.

 

"Look behind you." He said. I did so and looked at the paper. Oh, it was a literary piece.

Sweet Dismay

by Toji Zenin

Like a hitman whose feelings were in disguise
Comes the target he must pretend to admire
Her arrival comes, and his lips' ends take a lift
"Shit", he whispers, "I couldn't pretend."

After I read the last line... I felt two arms wrapping around my waist, his hot breath on my shoulder as he rested his head on it. I froze, not in shock, but in fluster. How did things... turn this way... for us?

"I couldn't pretend." He whispered the last line to my ears.

I blushed and looked down, not knowing what to do at this very moment. I took a deep breath as I felt my heart beating so fast. I'm all flushed. All flushed at this moment.

"Does it sound like it's about you?" He said. I simply nodded like an obedient puppy. What's happening to you, Yumikooooo!

"Good.

'Cause it is."