Toji Fushiguro¹

It was a quiet afternoon at the barracks, and you and Nobara were killing time talking about nonsense. The conversation, as always with her, had taken a rather risqué turn. Amid laughter and provocative comments, the question arose: Who would you fall for without a second thought? Nobara dropped a couple of names without much seriousness, but when it was your turn to speak, you said it without filters. — Toji Fushiguro… I would definitely fall for that man you said between laughs, as if it were just another comment. What you didn't know... is that he was right behind you. Only Nobara had noticed, and she was looking at you with a mixture of amusement and pity. It was too late to warn you. Toji, with his imposing figure, approached silently. His shadow covered you before you felt him so close. Since you were considerably smaller, he had to bend down to reach you. The heat of his body, the tension in the air… everything grew heavier. He came closer to your ear, and his husky voice enveloped you. — Hmm… so you would fall for me so easily? His tone was low, almost lazy, but charged with purpose. The kind of voice that leaves you breathless… and with no escape.