𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | toji fushiguro

# chapter ten

✖️warnings ; dubious consent, forced skinships, spicy. (not heavy)

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The gala day had come. Your father was quite the important guest at this charity event, he had required your presence and you hadn't been able to decline.

You got out of the hospital three days ago, two days after you had been admitted to it. Your injuries were quite minor compared to what Satoru got, you still felt some sore muscles and pain but it was strongly subdued, thanks to the pills you had to take.

The white head also got out at the same time as you but you strictly forbid him to come to work as he was advised to get some rest by the physician. Not only him- your investigation came to a standstill, Suguru had put up some teams for a thorough investigation of the warehouse, unfortunately, it would take longer than a few days to find anything. The explosion shattered the most important pieces you had of the case.

A firm knock on your door slightly startled you, interrupting your train of thought and prompting your hand to slide down your lips; your lipstick smudging your chin.

A gravelly voice rose behind the door, whilst you tried to clean up the exaggerated lipstick trail with a makeup removal pad, lightly tapping on your chin to avoid your makeup from smudging.

"Oi dolly, can you speed up? Your father is expecting us soon." Toji's annoyed tone and underlying nervousness transformed your frown into a small smirk. You ignored his plea and focused on fixing your face instead.

It took you a long second before you answered, "I'll be there in less than ten minutes, wait for me in the car."

If fictional characters had enhanced senses then you thanked your genes for your hyper sensibility to sound, even the lowest one. The perceptible tsk he let out only made you revel in your seat. Serves him well, he could wait for a year if that was you. But you knew by his tone that your father must have pressured him to bring you in on time.

And well, your father was quite strict with respecting the schedule. His patience though, tended to run thin after mere minutes. Even you, couldn't escape it.

After fixing your lips, you hurriedly put on some black platform heels and placed yourself in front of your mirror. Admiring yourself, you had a bitter smile on your face. The dress you chose was a long black dress, one-shoulder with a slit down the side of your thigh. It was embracing your curves nicely and you felt quite shy in this attire. But the memory hitting you at the moment was one of your mothers, her soft voice requesting you to dress up more often as you were "the prettiest lady" out there, however, you always favored comfort over dresses and overly elegant, lovely clothes.

Sadness washed over you, you missed her dearly, her voice, her face, her warm embrace. The memory of her smiling face appeared in your mind and you gripped tighter into the fabric of your dress.

The sound of the car's horn caught your attention and you squinted your eyes in annoyance. After grabbing your bag and phone, you rushed down the stairs, exchanging some pleasantries with the maid before going out into the yard.

Toji leaned against the car, one hand in his pocket and one of his legs crossed over the other while glancing at his watch. He had you in a bit of a surprise, your eyes staring a bit longer than you intended to. He wasn't wearing his usual attire and he looked a bit more elegant, a white unbuttoned shirt underneath a black suit followed by a black straight pants.