Toji(MMA) x Reader : Little Red

CH1

A/N. English is not my first language if there any mistake plz forgive me. I do not own any of the character or picture (credit to the rightful owner) only the plots are mine. 

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Toji Zenin, a heavyweight MMA fighter. He is not only known for his amazing winning record but also for his sexy, dangerous body and looks that could put down anybody who passes his way. With all the body muscle and his good look no wonder he is so popular. Nobody knows where the scar on his face comes from but that does not stop the increasing number of his fangirls and boys yet, he hates the attention that he receives.

"Fuck off" he shouted out to the reporter who had crowed him after his match, which of crouse he had won

"Stop scaring them off" said his manger, as he quickly followed him into the break room leaving the press behind with the help of their bodyguard "They just doing their job, why don't you enjoy their attention a little more"

Toji ignores him sitting into the chair relaxing his muscles provided for him by his physical therapist, as they help him cool down his body.

"You know, they're just excited for your upcoming match. With you fighting one of the MMA legend, how would they ever stay calm"

"Sukuna, a MMA legend? Funny" 

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Y/N POV

"Listen here and listen well, this is your last chance. You will do an interview with Toji about the upcoming MMA match of Toji Zenin VS Sakuna. Do you understand?!" scream your boss

'Fuck Toji, fuck the MMA' you mentaly curse as you drink down another glass of whiskey. Becoming a reporter had always been your dream, however the only kinds of news that had your interest were about crimes. Mystery and thriller which was your favorite, not some celebrity life. Yet, the crimes had been decreasing and there was nothing for you to make a living off

'Not sure if I should be happy or sad about it' you thought as you asked for another glass. Looking over you just happen to notice that there was a man sitting 3 seats away from you. You can't recall when the man came by. However, that does not matter now when all you want to do is to forget your boss

Looking over to that man all you can tell is that he might be loaded as he dresses so comfortably for these luxury bars. With a tight black shirt and gray sweatpants. With all of his muscles that are hugging his shirt. You could not tell if the shirt is too small or his muscles too big. 'Must be the latter' you taught to yourself

"Like what you see?" said the man as you realize that you're caught from staring at him

"Not much to see" you lied as you look away blushing from the embarrassment from getting caught

A light laugh leaves his mouth as move toward the seat beside you and leans on his palm facing you. Seeing his face close up all you can say is that he is handsome- too handsome for your little heart. With a scar on his mouth you can't help but to let that little thriller heart of your run free

"Your face is red" he smirk

"I drank a lot tonight" you replied holding onto your glass tighter looking forward not wanting to face him

"Hmm" he slowing reach his hand out to you with one of his finger touching your ear dragging down to your neck pass your shoulder to the collar of your shirt "it all red" his eyes never leaving you

"Oh" is all that you can reply hoping that he would not hear how hard your heart is pounding

"Where does it end?" he asked with a smug. As his finger traces upward back to your ear. You knowing full well of what will happen next based on your answer