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Based on this tweet i saw 🥹

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Domestic life with bf!Toji.

It's a quiet evening in your shared apartment, the kind of night that feels like it's meant for winding down, but with Toji, nothing is ever quite that simple.

You're curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but you can't quite focus. There's a heavy presence in the room—Toji leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes never straying far from you. His shirt's tight, hugging his body well, and the air between you thickens with a quiet intensity that only he seems capable of creating without saying a word.

You glance at him, feeling the heat of his gaze on you. "What?" you ask, a playful edge to your voice, though your heart races just a little faster.

He smirks, the same predatory grin that sends shivers down your spine every time. Every damn time. "Just wondering what's got you so distracted, doll. You're supposed to be reading.”

You raise an eyebrow, shifting in your seat. "I'm reading. It's just... hard to concentrate with you staring at me like that.”

Toji's chuckle is low, rough-like the sound of gravel underfoot. He pushes himself off the counter and slowly makes his way toward you, his steps deliberately measured, confident. You don't move, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper, something that pulls at your insides.

When he stops in front of you, he reaches down, his fingers brushing against your chin to tilt your head back slightly. His touch is light, almost teasing, but you know him well enough to sense the intent behind it. His thumb runs along your jawline, and you swallow, trying to keep your composure.

"You sure you're not just thinking about me?" he asks, his voice smug and a husky murmur as he leans in, his lips hovering just above yours.

You feel the warmth of his breath, the heat between you rising with every second of silence. The space between you is small, too small for both of you to pretend that there isn't an undeniable tension crackling in the air.

"Maybe I am," you say, your voice a little softer than usual. You want to push him, tease him, but part of you is already craving what's to come next. Toji doesn't wait for another word, his lips brushing yours in a brief, almost chaste kiss. It's a fleeting touch, but it leaves you wanting more, that sweet ache of desire you both are too familiar with.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, a glint of mischief dancing in them. "I'm gonna make you regret that," he murmurs, his hand sliding from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer with an almost possessive strength.

You gasp softly as he kisses you again, this time with more urgency, his lips pressing against yours as though he's been waiting for far too long. His hand moves to your waist, pulling you up, guiding you effortlessly toward him. The book you'd been holding slips from your hands, forgotten, as you let yourself get lost in the feel of him—his warmth, his scent, the roughness, the passion, the familiar weight of his presence.

As you both step into the rhythm of something more, something more than just playful teasing or lazy evenings together, you're reminded that with Toji, even the quiet moments are never really quiet at all.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, breathing raggedly. "You're mine, right?" he asks, the question more an affirmation than anything else.

"Always," you whisper back, your hands already seeking him, pulling him closer.

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Silly

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What is Love?

People would often depict love as a feeling you feel for another person. It's either something so simple or something so complex.

But for Nanami, love is an unspoken connection between two souls who can’t help but orbit each other. It’s the stolen glances when you two coincidentally walk past each other on the way to work, the brush of hands that lingers a second too long when standing side by side in the elevator. It’s the warmth that spreads through his veins when you’re near.

Love is when he shows up with your favorite coffee the next morning, even though he pretends it’s just a coincidence. Nanami isn’t the type to make grand gestures, but the way he remembers the little things—the way you like your coffee, the books you’ve been meaning to read, or how you hate the rain but love the smell of it.

Love is when he walks on the side closest to the street, his briefcase in one hand, the other brushing against yours as though he’s working up the courage to hold it.

Love is when he finally asked you out on a date, at 11 PM when you two just got out from overtime.

And love is when, after that late-night date, he admits softly, almost too quietly for you to hear, “I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while.” His voice is steady, but the way his gaze flickers away betrays the slightest hint of nervousness.

Because for all his confidence, all his composure, when it comes to you, Nanami feels like a man learning to fall for the first time. And he’s hoping—desperately—that you’ll catch him.

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UM WHO QRE THE SE DIVAS

sorry,I had to do this,my mental illness told me to

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release me you bastard i am not a yummy gyoza dumpling

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He is so beautiful I will cry

More mr crawling bc he's all I can think of

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Satosugu fans are made to feel nothing but neverending pain

五夏　What if

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erm...ppl really seemed to like the discord post so i made this

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Fak it *turned myself into a burrito of melancholy*

oh!