Any Given Sunday

Lucky Charm

A lot is going on with me! Apologies for not updating my band AU. But I have been wanting to write this for a while. I hope you enjoy it! 💗

Toji Fushiguro's POV

Toji Fushiguro is convinced his shitty luck is finally turning around. He walks tall down the open space of the horse track whistling to himself. He just won big on a random pick and was on his way to collect.

He felt numerous eyes dart in his direction. He could sense it was an amalgam of emotions; fear, envy, lust, and curiosity. No matter where he went he knew attention would find him.

Toji looked towards where he felt an intense gaze. The moment his deep green eyes met theirs the stranger cowers away. He smirks in amusement and continues to move forward towards the betting window.

He towers over the window and finds a new face. "Haven't seen you before." He states as he assesses the woman standing before him. He watches as she finishes typing a text with a sigh. She then looks up with a deadpan expression. Dark circles were visible under her eyes.

"You may have a problem if you know every person who works here..." She responds in a soporific tone. Toji is taken back by the lack of response by his presence. Her words did not register at first but then he chuckles deeply.

"I have a lot of problems. But hopin today that changes sweetheart." He ups his charm leaning against the counter, his biceps now bulging under his tight black tee. He pushes his winning ticket towards her.

He sees her eyebrow twitch in vexation the moment he utters a nickname. Just for a second then her mask returns. She does not say anything as she takes the ticket from his hand.

He watches her scan the paper, the sound of the register opening was euphoric in a way. Her cute manicured nails quickly count out the bills. "Congratulations..." She mumbles, handing over the large stack of cash.

Now he is utterly flabbergasted by her. The lack of any sort of reply even a refutation began to irritate him. "How is it being around money all day and having to work at a place like this?" Toji knows he is being an asshole now, desperate to get a rise from her.

"It's wonderful. I love it." She retorts dispassionately. A strange tension forms in his chest. He felt almost desperate to see any form of emotion from this random woman. He realizes he should move on sensing a line beginning to form. "Is that all sir?"

Something about her made him even more stubborn. "Well I'm not sure who to take for the next race. You got a favorite name you like, princess?" There it was again that small flutter of her brow, for just a millisecond.

"Number seven." That is all she says. He smirks with confidence but it falters when his eyes meet her dead gaze; fed up with the world staring straight into his very being.

"Seven to win for five hundred then doll." He watches as the moment he says doll she pushes the keys on her keyboard a bit rougher. He hums in amusement to himself.

She prints off a new ticket and holds it up. Toji makes sure his fingers linger on hers as they make the exchange but she does not fumble. He straightens back up and begins to turn away. A foreign sense of defeat fills him.

"Good luck..." that same monotone voice, he wonders if it will haunt him in his sleep tonight. He waves her off and begins to go back to his box seat to watch the race.

After ten minutes the horses are loaded into the gate. Toji knew he probably just wasted five hundred of his earnings because of his pride. He pulls out his phone, ignoring the bell releasing as it rings loudly across the stadium and the sound of hooves against dirt.