Toshiro x reader Scenarios

Hugs

You weren't the biggest instigator of hugs, in fact you didn't really know how something like hugs occurred. did someone just hug someone else? wasn't that awkward?

You bit your lip, were you suppose to hug Toshiro?

You had seen Hinamori hug him before, squealing his nickname happily as she wrapped her only slightly taller form around his squirming, resistant body.

"Let go of me!" Would resound around the building, the whole squad even, and that would be that.

So were you meant to hug him? Because you where dating?

Well he had never really showed any preference as to whether he wanted hugs or if he didn't.

So...?

Your question was answered only a few days of pondering over the issue had occurred, and you found yourself, for the first time in a long time, really enjoying something that involved intimacy on any level with another person.

"Hey Toshiro?" You stepped into the office, glancing about for his form, however you couldn't exactly see him.. Or at least no in your immediate sight, and so you went to look on the couch.

And there he was, on his stomach with his face buried in his arms, folded over the couch arm.

"Uh Toshiro?"

He wasn't sleeping, and you could tell from the uneven drawn of breaths, the way his body twitched in an agitated manor.

"What?"

You almost recoiled at the sharp tone, almost. "What are you doing?"

"Third seat (y/n), did you need anything?" His biting tone cut through the heavy atmosphere like a sharpened blade, and you shift your weight to your other foot uncertainly.

Ok, so now you were suspicious, and so, with little thought, you plopped down on the floor by the couch, resting your chin on a propped up knee, your other leg lay on the floor on it's side, under the arch of your bent knee.

"What's up?"

"Nothing" he hissed, not moving from his place on the couch.

You let out a deep breath, shifting your eyes to the massive pile of paper work on his desk, and the even larger one next to it. "It's Matsumoto isn't it?"

"Don't even say her name."

You puffed your cheeks and raised your brows in silent clarification, that yes, the problem was indeed Matsumoto. "Are you upset?"

"She never does her work! And I'm left with it all!"

He still hadn't and probably wouldn't move, and you debated what your next plan of action would be. "Um.. I'm going to try something alright, if you don't feel better.. then.. just tell me and I'll stop."

You bit your lip, so hard you could almost taste the metallic tint of blood, and inched towards him, shuffling across the floor uncertainly.

"What are you doing?"

"Just tell me if you don't like it.." You where very close now, your hands up and fingers curled uncertainly as you brung your hands forward, then back, and then threw all hesitation you had out the window with a lurch forwards.

You arms dived around his form, and you pulled him to your chest, hiding your embarrassed face in the crook of his neck as his back slammed into your front.

He yelped at the sudden movement, and at first he was stiff in your arms and you tightened your hold around his torso, and he pushed further into your chest.

But then he was relaxing, and leaning back into you, his hands clutching your forearms. He sighed, softly yet deeply, and Toshiro could feel the tension leaving him, the stress fading away as he felt the warmth of your chest to his back, your arms around him, your face in the crook of his neck.

"Toshiro?"

"Yes?" He marvelled at how uncertain you sounded, and he noticed at how tense you were. And he wondered why you were so hesitant, nervous to be embracing him.

"Um, so.. Do you dislike it?"

He blinked his big turquoise eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks as he furrowed his brows. He did not want to admit something like this, he really didn't want to say it.. But he had to be giving to this relationship as well.

"Well, I mean.. ur.." He sensed how his doubtfulness was making your muscles seize up uncomfortably, and he heard the shape intake of breath you tried to smother. "I like it.. But I- I mean- ugh, only from you!"

You muscles tightened for a moment but then you relaxed slowly, and Toshiro closed his eyes as he rested back into you, albeit with furrowed eyebrows, but as relaxed as he was going to be for the day.

"Thanks."