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tojisun · 3 years ago

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dance with me

— a valentine’s fic

synopsis: that "hi i need a plus one for this party and i was hoping it'd be you' fic

cw: no curses au, fem reader, soft toji, satosugu & shokohime appearances, legal age gap, (attempt at) fluff, baby gumi <3, dabbling into rich people doing rich people things // wc: 4.2k

an: happy valentine's babes! have fun and hope all like this <33

“No,” Toji says, turning away from you and busying himself with fixing up a dinner for himself and his son—you know, the five year old toddler who is watching CoComelon in the other room right now.

You groan, slumping down on the stool and resting your head on the island table. “But I was dared to,” you tell him, your whines muffled by the marble tabletop. Toji just grunts, his voice lost to the sounds of clattering plates and clanking silverware. You distinctly remember Megumi asking for his panda-designed chopsticks and your heart melts a bit.

“And it’s still not my problem,” Toji quips. You look up, still resting your chin on the table as you watch him make another plate. You realize it is for you and your heart melts for another time. “Why’re you even hellbent on winning the stupid dare? Last I checked, you always did the punishments when the fuckers ask too much from you.”

You groan again because he’s fucking right. Every time Satoru or Suguru demand too much risque stuff from you (“Kiss Shoko.”; “Break into Yaga-san’s office and try stealing your student file.”; “Fight Sukuna- okay fine, just Mahito, then.”), you usually backed out and ran around doing whatever petty penalty they had in store for you. Satoru even called you boring for not completing a single dangerous dare.

But you just cannot back out this time, it seems. Not when Satoru pulled that shit on you.

“I can’t,” you say, running your palms on your face as if to wipe away the futility of your predicament. “Satoru told me the punishment this time and I know I can’t do it.”

Toji hums, turning off the stove and facing you. “Why, what’s it this time?”

You swallow, looking away. “...thousand yen.”

“What?”

“…I have to pay Satoru fifty thousand yen.”

A pause. “Wait, what the fuck?”

You nod, bumping your forehead on his table again, a pained moan scratching at your throat. “I know!” You whine, stretching out your words.

You hear him shuffle close to you, settling on the empty stool by your side. You peer at him when you feel his warm hand rest on your shoulder, coaxing you to look at him. Toji’s face is pinched, worry and surprise are meshed together, tied by awkwardness as if he doesn’t know if he should comfort you or not. You laugh.

He rolls his eyes. “Why do you owe him that much, anyway?”

You blink, wanting to look away again but Toji is pinning you with that look and you know you wouldn’t have another chance to explain because Megumi would soon be crying for dinner. You cough, clearing your throat. “Well,” you begin, “He has some blackmail material on me and if I don’t want that secret to be aired out, I could either pay up or complete the dare.”

Toji just rolls his eyes again. “You really allowed him to have some shit over you?”

You shrug. “He found it out by accident.”

(You think back about that time in your fourth year in university, stumbling out of your dorm room only to see Satoru gaping at something on you and Shoko’s kitchen table. You remember being hungover, pounding head only focused on grabbing a glass of water to abate the rising nausea. You didn’t even question why Satoru was in your dorm or if Shoko made it back after leaving the party with her girlfriend. It was only when you plopped beside Satoru and he gestured at the scattering of papers in his hand that you learned what he was so shocked about.

“You submitted an article about your attraction to a widower?” Satoru asked, blue eyes bulged out as he pointed at your prose outline, the one that you wrote with Toji in mind.

“Uh,” you answered unintelligently, not knowing how to explain that yes, you submitted the Toji-inspired paper and won an award which led to said paper being published in the university’s journal. Or that yes, the article was about your yearning for Toji, your then-employer and the father of the boy you used to babysit.

“What the hell,” Satoru wheezed out as if he got what you were struggling to say before his beautiful and punchable face broke out into a shit-eating grin. “Damn, babe.”

At that moment, you knew that Satoru would dangle this over your head. And that despite his promises of not telling anyone, except Suguru because there is not one universe where those two do not share everything between each other, you still knew that he would hold this information over your head along with a request that he knows you would not be able to reject.

You just didn’t expect it to be used for a single dare.)

“So let me get this straight,” Toji begins, breaking you from your reminiscing. “You have to bring a plus one to this function or else Gojo would ask you to pay him fifty thousand yen?”

You nod.

He pauses. “Does it have to be me?”

Technically no, you think because it really didn’t have to be him. But this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance that your menace of a best friend presented to you so yeah, it has to be Toji.

“Yes,” you whisper, willing your heart to calm down lest Toji catches onto your lie. “Unless you expect me to pay then never mind.”

Toji laughs, genuine and joyous, throwing his head back in elation. You feel yourself smile.

When his laughter trickles off and the oven beeps, signalling their cooked dinner, Toji shoots you a wide grin. “Fuck it, sure, lemme be your plus one.”

You celebrate, jumping off your seat and launching yourself into his arms. “I don’t have to be broke!” You scream and Toji laughs again, loud and booming. You giggle along, trying your very best to quiet down your heart because fuck, it feels like any moment now it would jump out to your throat and wedge itself with Toji’s.

You shadow Toji as he serves dinner, the familiarity of their house rolling off of you as you take Megumi’s panda-designed drinking cup from the cupboards, preparing Toji’s tea mug, and setting the table with the usual navy blue placemats. You fill the doggy bowls with dog food and set aside two others for water. When Toji picks up Megumi from the living room, you open the door from the backyard and whistle, watching as Shiro and Kuro race towards you. The clacks of their paws are mirrored by Megumi’s shuffling feet and the three meet in between, with Megumi getting tackled by the hounds.

“Shiro, Kuro no!” Toji exclaims but his words fall on deaf ears as the dogs continue to lick at Megumi, the boy breaking out in hearty giggles to which you laugh along.

Dinner with the Fushiguros has always been a loud and joyous moment, after all.

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Satoru’s jaw falls open. “No way,” he says.

You grin. “Yes way, bottom bitch boy.”

He groans, flopping on his king-sized mattress, dramatically throwing his arms on his face. “Why’d he agree?!”

You silently scoff at his reaction before chucking a plush pillow at his beautiful face. You shoot an innocent smile his way, flirtingly batting your eyelashes at him when he whipped the pillow away from his face to glare at you.

“Bitch!” Satoru says, seething. You send him a loud flying kiss in response, laughing when he exaggeratedly avoids the invisible kiss mark. The moment dwindles and dissipates when he settles on his bed again, pulling you to rest on him, your head pillowed by his chiselled stomach.

“So what’re you really here for?” Satoru asks, playing with your hair. Your eyes flutter close, body sagging in relaxation as thin fingers massage your scalp.

“What do I wear?” You ask a moment later; a reply to his own question.

Satoru coughs out a surprised chuckle. “Baby, you tryna cuff a man?”

“Yeah,” you say, sighing dreamily, thinking about a future with Toji. A future that you really think could be possible—you remember fleeting touches and even more fleeting looks; of shared smiles and warm embraces; the familiarity with each other’s presence.

Satoru fake gags at your reaction and you roll your eyes at his childishness, whacking him with his pillow again.

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You open the door, mouth instantly drying at the sight of Toji.

He is dressed in a pure black three-piece suit, completely foregoing the tie and leaving two buttons loose, instead, which allowed his shirt to show off his sharp collarbones and the tan of his skin. His hair is pushed back delicately, quiffed using only a minimal amount of gel, making him look older but sharper, more handsome but less familiar. Your eyes stray to his glossy full lips, the lip balm he put on successfully showing off his beautiful scar even more.

“Wow,” you whisper, breathless and whimpery like Toji holds all the oxygen in the world and you are dying at the edges of his fingertips.

He laughs. “You are wow yourself,” he says and your breath hitches at the genuinity of his words, the way his voice curls as if choking on an emotion. You smile, feeling yourself blush.

Toji presents his hand. “Let’s go?”

You clasp your hand together with his, smiling as he leads you to his car. The smile grows bigger and fonder when Toji opens the door for you, his own face relaxed and gentle. You watch as Toji races to his own side, and you bite at your bottom lip to reign in the desire and the yearning and the squealing, even, because Toji looks especially regal tonight.

You smooth your face into normalcy when he gets in, turning to send you a smile before reaching for something in the backseat. Your lungs fully collapse when Toji hands you a bouquet of red and gold roses, wrapped in matte black paper and finished with a big black bow.

“Happy Valentines from me and ‘Gumi,” Toji says, scarred lips pulled back in a proud smile.

There is a desire coiling at the pit of your stomach, almost taking full control of your nerves. Later, you would imagine what could’ve happened if you just pulled Toji in for a kiss, letting your lips show him how much you actually love him. Perhaps you two might even miss the function altogether, leaving to have fun with each other. Screw the penalty, you would just pay Satoru with your savings.

But you snap back in control, fingers twitching, desire dampened at the thought of ruining your friendship with Toji. So instead, you smile, gentle and sweet, pulling Toji into an embrace—one that he returns, his arms coming up to hug you just as tightly. You whisper, “Thank you, Toji-san. Happy Valentines.”

When you two separate, green eyes dance over your features and you show him just how happy you are right there with him, glowing because of his affections. His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and then you two are driving off to the dinner place.

The car ride was pleasant, the radio a muted background noise as you and Toji talk about life, often lingering around what happened to work on this-and-that day, complaining about so-and-so. Toji also tells you about Megumi, how his little boy is currently having a sleepover party with Yuuji-kun and Nobara-chan with the Itadoris.

“You’d think they’re the ones with plans tonight since they’re the couple, but they said they promised Yuu-kun to celebrate with him,” he says.

You laugh. “That’s so cute! I remember how Gumi-chan didn't even have friends in daycare so I’m happy that he has two now,” you tell Toji, smiling at the memory of picking up the two-year old only to see him crouching down beside a stray cat, one of the daycare workers sitting in silence with him.

“Yeah,” Toji says, sounding like he was also thinking about Megumi from three years ago.

You two fall into a comfortable silence and you take that time to study Toji again, cataloguing every corner of present-him into your memory. There are not enough words to describe his beauty, let alone how you feel at seeing him like this in person. Satoru says you are just being dramatic and perhaps you are, but that doesn’t change the fact that Toji makes you feel so alive, leaving you tongue-tied, sure, but what is unrequited love if not that?

“Wanna take a picture, doll? Heard it lasts longer,” Toji says cheekily, grinning at you.

You pause before grinning back at him. “Sure,” you reply because you absolutely want a picture. You hear him sputter, not expecting you to agree, but you are already pulling your phone from your purse and angling the camera to capture you and Toji together.

He shoots the screen a lazy smile, looking as if you hadn’t just rendered him speechless for a quick minute. You send the picture to your group chat. You see Satoru already typing, sending multiple responses of just emojis. You leave him on read.

“We look good together,” you say absentmindedly, looking at the picture, even though your eyes are only trained on Toji.

You hear him cough before wheezing out, “Yeah, we do.”

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The hotel that Satoru made reservations at is a lot fancier than the usual ones from past functions. It’s bigger too, and you begin to wonder what the purpose of the dinner party is because you are sure that the old people mingling about are Satoru and Suguru’s families, the very people they don’t usually invite.

“We celebrating somethin’ bigger?” Toji asks, eyeing the large ballroom space, studying the white and gold details on the walls.

It looks like a wedding venue and you are beginning to panic.

Someone calls your name and you turn, seeing Shoko marching towards you with Utahime, both of them looking so beautiful in their matching dresses. You’re still not used to seeing Shoko’s long hair, often you even find yourself only remembering what she used to look like back when you two were roommates.

You laugh when Shoko hugs you. “It’s been so long!” You say before turning to hug Utahime, this one far gentler compared to Shoko’s full-on body slam. “How’s Kyoto?”

Utahime beams, telling you stories about her teaching career and you nod, engrossed as she begins telling you about her students. She tumbles into complaints, but you can see how happy she is and you feel your lips tug up in a smile, feeding off of her joy.

Shoko enters the conversation. “Who are you with?”

You startle, so used to being the single one in your friend group that you forgot about Toji for a quick moment. You turn to him, apologetic, but he just waves it off, chuckling at your embarrassed grimace. You beckon him close and he moves to stand beside you, and you jolt when you feel his hand rest on the small of your back.

You see Shoko’s eyes shoot open, turning to you in question. Utahime, bless her, still looks lost.

You clear your throat. “This is Toji-san, my date. Toji-san, these are my friends, Shoko and Utahime.”

“Nice to meet you,” Toji greets, hand not leaving where it rests on your back even as he holds out his free hand to both of your friends. Shoko shakes it slowly, her eyes still locked to you and you want to throw your purse at her face because she’s being too obvious, it’s making you ballistic.

“Nice to finally meet you, sir,” Utahime greets. You snap your head at her, feeling shocked and betrayed, before remembering that she’s just as conniving as Shoko.

“Thanks?” Toji responds, blissfully lost. You continue squinting at Utahime, eye twitching when she just sends you a beautiful, innocent smile.

Shoko clears her throat and you all look at her. “Okay I’m just gonna say it, but does it look like we’re in the blind to whatever Satoru and Suguru planned?”

Utahime groans, nodding her head emotionally. “Right?” She says. “This doesn’t look like the normal stuff, I mean, they even invited their families!”

You hum, sweeping another look at the ballroom. More people are arriving, dressed up in clan kimonos and you grimace at how out-of-place you four look. Then, strawling with their usual grandeur, you see the men of the party.

Dressed in matching grey suits with black dress shirts, Satoru and Suguru walk in, holding hands. Suguru cut his hair short, not entirely that short but it’s certainly not as long as before, black locks only reaching his collarbones now. For some reason this shocks you a lot and you turn to Shoko who is just as surprised as you.

Satoru, for once, is not wearing his sunglasses but you can see them picking through the chest pocket of his suit. His blue eyes scan the large room and you see him brighten up when he sees you and your cluster of outsiders.

He waves and you instinctively wave back, squeaking when heads turn to you. You hide behind Toji’s bigger body, smacking him lightly when he laughs.

Satoru and Suguru greet people, but they are resolutely moving towards the centre space of the ballroom, long legs striding in tandem until they are placed on the spotlight. Suguru’s smile is small and polite, but Satoru is full-on grinning, pearly teeth shining as he studies the room.

It’s such a funny thing because there is no background music, only shuffling feet and occasional clearing of throats. You even begin feeling antsy when neither of your friends break the silence, cringing in secondhand embarrassment.

Then Satoru claps as if everyone’s attention isn’t on them already. “Hi everyone!” He greets, voice booming across the room. “Thank you for coming tonight! Suguru and I have a very special announcement!”

You share a look with Shoko, then with Toji, the older man quirking an amused eyebrow at you. You poke out the tip of your tongue at him and he huffs in amusement, looking at you with endearment. Your heart squeezes.

“Suguru and I are engaged!” Satoru exclaims, his voice echoing in the room.

You look away from Toji, sharply turning your head to your friends, feeling a myriad of emotions—happy, proud, confusion, bafflement—bubbling in your chest as your jaw drops in surprise.

What.

The ballroom explodes in a cacophony of noises.

Shoko jumps at you and you almost topple if not for Toji’s strong arms easily steadying you up. You are about to swoon and lose yourself at the feeling of being in Toji’s embrace again, but Shoko quickly grabs your hand and Utahime’s, dragging you two to where Satoru and Suguru are. You hear Toji’s surprised laughter but it is drowned out by the throng of other voices.

Moving to where Satoru and Suguru stand turns out to be quite futile as they are both surrounded with their family members, but Shoko is undeterred, skillfully sidestepping zoris and getas. Next thing you know, the three of you are standing in front of your friends.

Suguru sees you three first, the pretty boy letting go of Satoru’s hand to hug you all at the same time. Satoru follows easily (because wherever Suguru goes, Satoru follows), joining the pile and squishing you and Utahime uncomfortably together. Shoko is pressed somewhere between her girlfriend and Suguru, but she is just quiet again and smiling, content.

When you all separate, Satoru turns his back to the rest of the people vying for his attention and you watch as they patter off at his clear dismissal. You will never get used to the power that Satoru has over these people.

He turns to you. “So, where's the date?” He asks and you groan when Suguru chokes on his flute, eyeing you as if you dropped a bigger announcement than their engagement.

“There,” you answer, gesturing at where Toji is standing, startling when your eyes meet his. You feel giddy at the realization that Toji’s been looking at you all along. “There he is.”

You wave at him and Toji raises his flute and tips it your way. You giggle, incredibly happy at having his full attention.

Someone clears their throat and you look back at your friends only to see them staring at you with a knowing look. “What?” You ask, feeling shy and exposed.

“Nothing,” Suguru says, and you know it is not nothing. You squint at him, but he busies himself with his champagne, not offering anything anymore. Satoru laughs, coming to stand close to you.

“Looks like you can actually cuff the date,” he whispers, wiggling his pale eyebrows at you and his smile looking especially sly. You huff, amused.

“Maybe,” you mumble, thinking back to the flowers.

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“May I have this dance?” Toji asks, cutting off whatever Shoko was telling you. Shoko waves before stalking away. You don’t even notice as Toji leads you to the dance floor.

You hear cheering from behind you and you groan as you and Toji glance at Suguru and Satoru, the latter half-draped across his fiance’s lap. Toji chuckles, shaking his head in amusement, eyes bright as they find yours again.

“Your friends always this supportive?” He asks. He clasps a hand on your back and the other tangling with your fingers, slowly swaying to the sound of some American song. Toji mouths the lyrics and you wonder what they mean.

(“Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you?”)

Maybe you’ve had too much to drink or maybe it’s the buzzing love in the ballroom—Suguru taking Satoru’s hand and kissing the ring that he proposed to Satoru with; Utahime peppering kisses on Shoko’s cheeks, nose, forehead—but whatever it is, it sparked the familiar coiling in your stomach, this one stronger and overpowering the anxiety hiding in your veins.

“Yeah,” you say, “Especially after finding out I’m trying to date my plus one for real.”

Toji pauses for a moment, stumbling on his feet, before dancing again. Your heart is thudding in your chest, a staccato of dread and desire, of fear and love.

He hums. “The dashing man who you forgot was your date?” He asks, playful but careful at the same time.

“That one,” you reply, joining whatever it is he is playing. “The finest man.”

Toji breathes in sharply. “Heard he’s got a son. You ain’t put off by that?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “His son’s the best. Besides, he’s a good dad—just another reason to love him all the more.” You meet his eyes as you say this, hoping to convey the depth of your love.

You wonder if you’re fucking up your friendship right at this moment. If Toji would erect his walls again, pushing you out of his life completely. If he does, you know you would not be able to take it, but it seems like the love nestled in your heart is finally overflowing, unable to hide anymore from Toji.

Toji’s eyes shine with something like finality and you feel your breath get stuck in your lungs; the strength that held you upright evaporates, leaving you boneless and cold in Toji’s arms.

“I’m sor—”

Your apology is devoured by Toji’s lips. You squeak, jumping in surprise, wide eyes seeing nothing but a blur of black. But Toji just pushes his lips closer to yours, angling his head better and tipping into the kiss gentler. Finally, feeling like your heart is on your tongue, you close your eyes and bask in the warmth of Toji’s, well, everything.

You feel everything, deaf and aware of your surroundings at the same time—Satoru is cheering again, this time louder, and another American song is playing, filling up the space with words you do not understand. But it all melts into a symphony when Toji’s arms pull you close to him, embracing you so carefully like you are everything that is tender in his life.

You feel your eyes sting, tears tickling your lashes at the emotions rolling off of you in waves. Toji pulls back, hovering just a breath away from you, before kissing you once again.

Toji kisses you like you are the perfect singularity in his life—the one thing that makes sense. And you kiss him just as intensely, hoping to convey that you’ve loved Toji for two years now and that you will love him for more.

When you pull away to catch your breath, greedily gasping for air, Toji still doesn’t let go of you, his forest eyes lost in yours. You look back at him, just as feverish.

“I love you.”

You both blink in surprise before laughing, equally enamoured and overjoyed with the way you two said your confessions at the same time.

The chuckles dwindle, leaving only the weight of mutual hearts grasping for each other like ivy.

“I love you,” you say again. “In love with you. So so so in love.” You peck his lips once, twice, three times.

Toji smiles, a bit wobbly like he cannot believe you love him so ardently. Then, he says just as earnestly, “I love you too.”

He dances with you again, you two getting lost in your own, shared world as everything fades away.

(“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”)

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