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You throw your suitcase on the bed and it creaks and groans with a haunting unfamiliarity. The bed clearly has been vacant for far too long.

After months of agonizing, emotional misery, you’ve finally done it. Left your city where you’d spent so many years. The same city where you felt like you couldn't escape yourself, your reputation that you’d worked so hard to build, or your relationship which left you so verily tormented and heartbroken.

It may seem dramatic, but it was almost as if moving across the country was the only way you could escape your omnipresent and maddening ex-boyfriend, who, even though he’d been unfaithful to you more times than you could count, had a horrible talent for always showing up in the places you wanted to see him least.

Out for coffee? So was he.

At the bar? He was lurking in some corner, watching you even as girls clung to his arms.

At work? Somehow, some coworker you barely knew managed to bring him up in conversation, or you’d catch him walking by the office.

One morning you’d even caught him sneaking out of your neighbor’s house just as you were leaving for work. All the while you’d been dating, he indicated no interest in her, but once you broke up with him, he finally seems to be having fun little sleepovers next door to you. Conveniently in clear view of your windows.

Now, you’re across the country. Safe, and in full control of your life for the first time in a long time. It had all happened so spontaneously. Truthfully, you were somewhat surprised you didn’t spot his silhouette in some corner of the airport as you boarded your flight hurriedly, as if you were some sort of wanted fugitive. Even throughout the flight, you kept your sunglasses on, glancing over your shoulder to see if he’d somehow snuck on the plane.

At long last, it finally seemed as though you’d escaped Gojo Satoru and his piercing eyes that managed to see everything. Now, it was just you and your lousy little carry-on filled with as many belongings as you could stuff inside without going over the weight limit at the airport.

Exhausted, you join your tiny carry-on sized suitcase, adding to the impending sink in the bed. Rolling on your back to stare at the yellowed popcorn ceilings and dated wallpaper. This was your home now.

You could’ve splurged on a nicer hotel in a more populous area, sure, but you weren’t sure how long it would take for you to gather your bearings in an unfamiliar place. Coming here with no job, no connections, no plan was an uncharacteristic risk - but you have to break the mould to break out of Gojo’s unrelenting control over your day-to-day life. He was on the other side of the country at this point probably juuust figuring out that you weren’t in any of your usual hangouts.

A fresh start was exactly what you needed, and even if that meant secluding yourself in a seedy, seaside budget motel, it would surely be an upgrade to your quality of life.

The bed sheets were scratchy, but light and clean. It was only 11am, but a timezone change and an early morning spent at an airport, followed by a train ride and a few wrong turns made you feel as though you hadn’t slept in weeks. You lose yourself to sleep as easily as you lose yourself to heavy thoughts, and just like that - it’s as if the day never happened.

Hours later, you wake up and the sun has long since set. The room lost its worn-down charm among the darkness. It was a little more frightening, a little more vulnerable in this state. Much like you.

You slide your legs heavily off the side of the bed. One by one, as you rummage through your bag looking for a hoodie and toothbrush. A cool breeze drafting through the walls made you thankful you brought some thicker clothes, even if you were headed to a warmer part of the country.

After quickly brushing your teeth and tying your hair back, you slip over your phone, checking the time, noting how it’s still on Airplane mode from earlier. You just couldn’t shake the paranoia that if you reconnected to a network, Gojo would somehow be able to find you.

Either way, you can’t ignore your hunger as easily as you can ignore your phone. Within a few days, more than just Gojo would notice your absence. You’d come to reconcile this, but for now, the less people knew the better off you’d be mentally.

Kicking on your shoes, you quietly make your way out of your room. Locking the door behind you with a delicate ‘click’ that echoed across the veranda. It was after midnight, but even in the darkness, you could make out just three cars in the otherwise empty motel parking lot. They either belong to unfortunate tourists, or people who regularly frequent seedy motels…

Your unit is on the upper level, and you start to descend the stairs, still slightly unnerved by the stillness of this little seaside ghosttown.

On high alert, you walk half a mile down the road before stopping by a shoddy little dive bar. Wooden fixtures and decorative fishing nets were sprawled across the ceilings. You take a seat up at the bar, asking for some french fries and fried fish. A large sign in chalk advertised it as the daily special, but given the town’s location, you had a feeling that fish is definitely more of a regular feature on the menu rather than a special feature.

“Yer not drinkin’ anything?” The man calls from behind the counter. You shake your head and ravenously tear through the food before you.

Tomorrow you’d find a grocery store or something to get some stuff to keep around your room, but for now, this was exactly what you needed. Greasy, cheap, comfort food.

After your meal, you leave cash on the table, and meander through the crowd of drunk locals, playing billiards and loudly belting out classic karaoke songs. It’s rowdy, and the crowd doesn’t consist of the types of people you’d normally run into in the city, but there’s an undeniable underlying warmth to it.

With a full stomach, you wander back along the dirt road towards the motel. It's a large neon sign with the letters flickering out serving as your north star. The odd cars and motorcycles pass as you leisurely kick up at the dust. Taking your time and enjoying your new found freedom.

Again, you find yourself walking up the rickety wooden stairs. Surely these are a safety hazard by some standards, but things seem more lax out here. You trail your fingers just slightly above the wooden bannister being wary of splinters. Before your door, you gaze out at what you can see: some rusted cars parked in the overwhelmingly vacant lot, two streetlamps and the glitchy neon sign flickering amidst the darkness that seems to stretch out farther than you can see.

Somehow, when you close your eyes, you can make out the sound of crashing waves though you can’t quite discern the exact direction they’re coming from. The thrashing of water rising up and falling against rocks was unmistakable, and the scent of the salty brine was a sure reminder that you weren’t imagining things. You go to retrieve your keys out of the pocket of your hoodie, but the sudden sound of a loud click causes you to freeze in place.

You slowly turn around, only to be met by a sultry man lighting a cigarette.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, kid.” The man smirks, in the faint lights of the motel parking lot, you can make out a deep-set scar across his otherwise handsome face. He’s clearly older, but his emerald eyes glisten in the low lights. “Don’t tell me you want to bum a cigarette. This is my last one, and I’m not into sharing.” He mutters, picking up on how long you’ve been staring, adjusting to the fact that you were nowhere near as isolated as you thought - or more so hoped - you were going to be.

“Well, aren’t you generous.” You comment sarcastically. Not impressed by the level of hospitality you’ve been welcomed with so far. “I’m not much of a smoker.”

“Lucky me, I guess. Too many people want too many damn things from me.”

You nod, somewhat understanding, that sentiment rings true for you as well.

“Toji Fushiguro,” He holds out his free hand while taking a drag from his cigarette in the other. “D’you mind if I join?”

You politely introduce yourself back. Giving him a fake name. Well, not really a fake name. Moreso just an obscure nickname from your childhood. You may have left your ex-boyfriend behind, but you knew it would take a little longer for the overly cautious paranoia to fade away as well. That stuff lingers in your mind far longer than it’s ever welcome to.

“You come here alone?” The man sizes you up, curious what a woman like you did to end up in a place like this.

“Just me and my ghosts,” you laugh, playfully digging your keys into the rotted wood, chipping away at the paint.

“We got that in common missy.” Toji mutters, quickly burning his cigarette to ash. “Haven’t seen you ‘round before. You just come into town?”

“More or less.” You keep things vague, and with every response, you can see the man wordlessly calling bullshit on your half-hearted answers. He may not know your real name, but he sure as hell knew you were a bad liar. “I take it you’ve been here a while then.”

“Long enough to know the regulars and pick out the vagabonds.”

“Vagabond? Who says I’m not a tourist?”

“No one comes to a shit hole like this for vacation.” He takes a long drag before flicking the ash off the railing and looking at you. “You’re either running from something or you’re hiding something. Everyone here is. Not a single one of us has good intentions in a dump like this.” Toji gestures out to the long corridor of weathered doors and creaky floors. You can't help but notice the effortless flex of his bicep in his too-tight black shirt.

“And which category do you fall into?”

“A bit of both, maybe.” He shrugs, taking a final puff before putting out the cigarette. He was definitely older, but something about his unkempt hair and boyish grin made him seem far more charming and youthful. There’s an unmistakable charisma to him that makes you slightly lower your guard for the first time in months.

“My reasons for being here… aren’t so clear cut. Don’t worry. It’s not an interesting story.”

“Will you tell me about it?”

“Probably not.” He laughs a little too hard at this. He plays right into your evasive answers and serves his own right back. “Clearly we’re both here for some reasons we’re not going to talk about, but if I’m being honest, I’m just happy that there’s finally going to be a woman worth looking at around these parts.”

Toji’s comment is so blunt and straightforward, it hits you with a shock. Afterall, you can’t deny that he’s definitely a man worth looking at.

Your eyes dart to his hands then back up to his face as you catch him fumbling with a cigarette pack.

“I thought that was your last one?”

“Hm?” He smirks. Shrugging off his earlier lie. “You believed that?”

You gawk at Toji, you understand why he’d lie so as to not need to share cigarettes with a stranger, but annoyed nonetheless. If not at his dishonesty, moreso with the way he so confidently dismisses you.

“You gotta watch yourself, kiddo.” The lighter clicks and he takes a quick drag. “This isn’t a good place for you to be if you’re that naive.”

“First of all, I’m not a kid, and second, I’m not naive. I’m just calling you out on your bullshit.” Your protests are just met with shameless laughter as he shakes his head. You didn’t spend years building yourself up in a corporate world only for some man in a ghosttown to treat you like a goddamn child.

“Tell me, do you always pick fights with people bigger than you? That’s not a good way to make new friends.”

You stop whittling your key against the wood, trying to play right into his condescension. “Are you saying we’re friends now?”

“Jeez, someone’s really eager to get to know me.”

“Just like you seem eager to get to know me.”

He’s rough around the edges, but his mind is sharp as some of the men you had gone toe-to-toe with in business meetings. You didn’t know what kind of people you’d meet in this deserted town. When you were researching potential getaways, you focused on low-density areas. Beach-side towns with a year-round population of less than 5,000 people seemed like just the right place where you wouldn’t stick out too sorely, but you also wouldn’t run into new people. Or so you thought. 

You study him in the lowlights of the motel veranda. Taking drag after drag of his cigarette, staring off into the dark abyss just beyond the barely-illuminated parking lot. It may be a trick of the lighting, but you almost swear you catch him sneaking a glimpse of you from his peripheral. He takes his time, extinguishing his cigarette against the wood before tossing the butt into a metal bucket against his doorframe. Looking down the length of the corridor, it seemed that he definitely makes a habit of his late night cigarettes, and was more than likely the one who put the bucket there in the first place.

“Well, I’m off to bed, been up too long today. See ya around sometime?”

He playfully closes the gap between you before squeezing your shoulder and walking past you. You watch in partial disbelief of his boldness, and also partially shocked at just how easily his hand covered your entire shoulder. Of course, you note that his room was only two doors over from yours… All the vacancies, and management chose to put two long-term rentals nearly side-by-side.

____

The next morning you wake to an abrupt knocking at your door. Initial paranoia causes you to jolt upwards, praying that Gojo hadn’t managed to track you down already. No, you think to yourself, there’s no way that would be possible. Still, shakily, you wait for the knocking to let up, but it doesn’t.

You can’t tell if it’s the person on the other side who’s just unnaturally strong, or if the doors here are truly on the verge of breaking down and splinting off the hinges at even the slightest bit of force.

You slide your slippers on and take a peek through the dusty blinds on the window. Toji. You sigh in relief. As much as he annoyed you last night, he was infinitely more welcome than your ex.

“What is it?” You call through the door, just cracking it open enough to see him, but the rusted metal chain only gives the door about an inch of an opening.

“Shower broke. Maintenance isn’t coming ‘til tomorrow. Does your water work?”

You glance behind you. Not sure if it’s a recent development. “It worked for me yesterday?”

“Well, can I use it? Gotta get to work.”

“Uh, sure.” You say, unhooking the chain latch, opening the door. You’re just in an oversized tshirt and panties, a little embarrassed, but Toji doesn’t even seem to pay you any attention.

Only muttering a muffled “thanks miss” before making a b-line to the washroom towards the back of the room. As he locks the door behind him, you slide on some shorts, as you hear the water start and him blurt out a quick “about-fucking-time” as you hear him step into the creaky shower.

You weren’t expecting guests in this place. Let alone before 8am.

In a half-assed attempt to tidy your bed sheets, you fill your water bottle and curl up on the sofa with a book. The room was simple. Small kitchenette with a mini-fridge, sink, and microwave. Along the front wall, a patchy sofa, coffee table, and recliner chair all facing a shitty little television that looked as though it was from the 1990’s. Maybe even the ‘80s.

You’d flipped through the channels last night, only 3 worked. A local news channel, a channel that played soap operas all day long, and then a third channel with obscure movies you’ve never heard of, mainly a mix of old westerns and foreign films. Exposing the motel’s age even further, there was a dusty VHS player hooked up to the AV ports. Then the corner of the room had a large, springing queen bed (at least it was advertised as a queen bed - it felt a lot smaller than one.)

You had just flipped a page of the book as Toji stepped out of the washroom. His black locks damp and messy, and his body had been lazily dried off. Still slightly wet in some places as beads of water roll over his abs.

“Appreciate it” He nods back to the washroom as he rolls a grey shirt over his chest.

He could’ve easily gotten dressed in your washroom and spared you the early morning entertainment. But something told you he was incredibly comfortable showing off his body.

“Tell me Toji, are you really in a rush to get to work, or do you just like welcoming all the new residents with a strip tease?”

He smirks at this. Not fully expecting to be called out so boldly, but glad that his efforts weren’t going unnoticed.

“I saw your ass cheeks earlier. Only seemed fair to return the favour.”

You look down at your legs, blushing madly over the realization that he did notice you and your state of undress earlier. Toji was better at hiding his feelings than you initially gave him credit for.

“Do you mind if I come back to shower after work?” You raise an eyebrow. Just how many showers did this man need in a single day?

“Didn’t you say maintenance would fix yours?”

“Management folks like to take their sweet ass time here. You’ll learn that soon enough. So, is that a yes?”

“How dirty do you even get over a single day?” As soon as you ask that question, you see his mouth stretch into a sly grin. You were feeding right into his nasty old mind.

“Very dirty.” He holds your gaze in his momentarily before interjecting. “I’m a mechanic. Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” You repeat back, not fully sure how that works.

“I take jobs as they come.” He shrugs, nonchalant, as if it wouldn’t have mattered if he had a job or not. “It’s not a big population, sometimes I go weeks between jobs and that’s fine by me.”

You nod, vaguely trying to piece together who this man was and how he seemed to have mastered the art of doing the bare minimum. Honestly, his physique seemed to be the only thing he ever put any effort into, because goddamn has he put effort into those abs.

“While I slave away over oily motorcycle parts, what are you working on today, sunshine?”

“Abbbsolutely nothing,” you roll out your words with a delicate purr. Stretching your arms obnoxiously overhead. Somewhat boastful. “Watch some shitty tv, enjoy my nice hot shower, focus on not being found by anyone for as long as humanly possible.”

“What a fuckin’ slacker,” Toji clicks his tongue as he kicks on his boots. “Well, I’m coming back to find you when I’m done with my job, so don’t go too far.”

“Try not to miss me too much.”

You’re a bit bolder than normal, but this man seemed to like the subtle flirting. Tall, dark, handsome - and muscular, so muscular. Toji was the perfect person to distract you from your old life. Even if he was a cocky old man, flirting with someone like him in a situation like this was all too fun for you.

___

You’d spent your day lazily lounging about, fluttering between the 3 tv channels before deciding to head out and try to find a grocery store of some sort.

Too afraid to turn off airplane mode on your phone still, you leave today’s mission up to chance. It quickly becomes apparent that the online advertisements of this town were either extremely misleading or outdated - or both.

The nearest grocery store was easily 45 minutes away by foot. If you could even call it a grocery store. A small fruit stand out front, and the inside had just two aisles stocked with nothing fancier than pantry staples and junk food that was probably nearing its expiration date.

“How do people survive out here?” You mutter reflexively, only to be met by a gruff looking woman coughing from behind a wooden counter. A clear affirmation that she heard your comment and doesn’t appreciate the smugness from someone who was very clearly a city girl by the sounds of it.

All the more reason to gather an armful of essentials and get the hell out of there.

Bread and some fixins for sandwiches, fruit and chips, granola bars and liquor. Essentials, you muse to yourself, truly everything in balance.

Although, you spend the entire walk home wishing you’d had enough common sense to have brought a proper backpack or footwear. The sun relentlessly mocking your poor choices as it rises higher in the sky. You’d be hard-pressed to ever find a taxi in a place like this. It was just stretches of dirt, rocks, and a coastline off in the distance.

After getting home, you rinse the sweat and dust off your body in the shower, slip into something a little more comfortable, and flick on the local news and fall in and out of an indulgent afternoon nap.

It was high afternoon when you heard a sharp knock at the door. Toji, no doubt.

“Coming-” you call out as you unhitch the latch. 

“Thanks” again, he barely acknowledges you. Just walking into your place and kicking off his work boots. His shirt had been a light grey this morning, and was now marked with streaks of grease and oil from mechanic work. The dirt clung to his jeans, his knuckles, and biceps.

He wasn’t exaggerating earlier, he definitely got very dirty at work.

With a cocky grin, his green eyes catch yours, again as if to silently call you out for staring a little too long.

“I should be charging you a fee to use my shower if you’re going to get that dirty.” You tease, seeing if he’ll take the bait.

“I’d pay,” Toji rolls his eyes, before rolling his sweaty grey shirt off of his divinely contoured body, “-but only if you’ll do my laundry too.”

You barely have time to marvel at his muscles until he balls his shirt up and tosses it over to you. Landing it square in your face.

“Actually, use my shower for free.” You call out, theatrically dangling the shirt next to you. “It’d be a crime if I let you walk around smelling this bad.” You utter out a forced cough, but Toji just smirks back.

“Don’t worry, soap is free at this place.”

“By ‘this place’ you mean my place?” You drone, but your complaints are met by the sound of the shower turning on.

As Toji disappears into the washroom and the sound of running water fills the room, you unfurl his shirt. Unable to believe that such a large shirt could hug a man in such a form fitting way. If it weren’t filthy, you’d have been tempted to try it on and try to see just how large it would fall on you. In size, demeanor, and even his work, everything about this man felt overwhelmingly masculine, but in a comfortable way. There was nothing shy about him; he was far more confident than other men you’d come to know in the past, and there was just something so incredibly sexy about that.
____

“You got dinner plans?” He asks as he returns from his shower, pulling a cigarette from his pockets and lighting it. “Hope you don’t mind.” He nods slightly down, referring to the cigarette and not even bothering to ask permission.

“I just bought groceries today, I think I’m okay.” You say nodding over to the kitchenette, but Toji just takes a drag and scoffs at your little haul. “Bread? You bought bread - not groceries.”

“It’s not my fault I couldn’t find a grocery store in this fucking ghost town.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Toji tries to make a makeshift ashtray out of some discarded papers. “So whaddya say we go for dinner? I’d rather buy you dinner than have you charge me to use your shower.”

“Toji, I wasn’t going to actually charge you-”

“I know, I know, just get ready. I’ll drive.”

He doesn’t even bother to pick up his filthy shirt on his way out, or his work boots. Only his jeans hang around his waist, clinging to his tapered v-line, as his cigarette hangs loosely from his mouth, he walks out of your room and down the veranda to his own. Still not completely dried off. Wet, jet black hair wisped across his eyes and the scent of your soap trails in his wake.

___

Within minutes, you’re downstairs on the dirt ground, following Toji’s lead as he goes past the cars to a lone black motorcycle.

You grimace a bit, watching as he easily kicks the stand on the bike and swings his legs over the seat, trying to figure out how to manoeuver yourself onto the motorcycle. “Don’t be shy, just wrap your arms around me.” He guides your hands over his abs as if he senses your hesitancy to touch him.

With his encouragement, you thumb your fingers softly over his torso, unintentionally plucking at the fabric over his abs, feeling the subtle ridges of his contours and pressing your cheek into his back as he revs the engine. Even through clothes, he feels so good.

As bold as you’ve been with your spontaneous upheaval of life and all you’ve ever been or known, there was still a reluctance to so hurriedly throw yourself into a new identity. Hell, you weren’t even sure what this new identity looked like for you at this point.

You did know that there was something intoxicating about Toji, and for now, he was worth having in this new chapter.

Once your arms were around the man’s torso, clinging for dear life as you flew down the dusty roads on the back of his motorcycle. A few lone cars pass you and you catch a glimpse of just how sparse the mile radius around you was. Thoughtlessly, you grip your arms tighter and tighter around Toji’s torso. You head easily nuzzled into the contours of his back. It was your first time on a motorcycle like this; a thought that would’ve terrified you a little over a week ago, but there was a safety to Toji’s presence. You could be anywhere in the world, and you doubt any stranger could disarm you the way Toji has.
___

The restaurant was a total dive. Greasy spoon diner that’s been in business since 1949… somehow.

You could tell it probably hasn’t seen any renovations since its opening several decades prior. Toji takes the lead, orders a combo to go, then nods to you. “I’ll get the chicken sandwich. Combo, please” You say, and Toji just rolls his eyes as he pulls some cash from his pockets. “You had bread at home, thought you’d get something other than a fuckin’ sandwich.” He laughs, jokingly pushing your shoulder as he reaches out to hand a few bills to the cashier.

The two of you wait in comfortable silence amidst the empty booths and swivel chairs. Behind the counter, two teenagers busily put together the food and plastic cutlery, before sending the two of you off with a brown bag already showing splotches of grease.

“Follow me, I know a pretty good lookout.”

You tilt your head towards him. Obviously you’re going to follow him. The only sights you’ve become acquainted with are the dusty old streets.

“Is it the place where you wine and dine all the finest bachelorettes in town?”

He takes your sarcasm in stride, leading you up a winding trail of dirt and sunkissed grass behind the diner.

___

“So, what cha runnin’ from?” Toji’s almost accusational between bites of fries he found at the bottom of the bag, as he lays out the spread on the back of the paper bag.

The two of you had found a secluded place on the edge of a cliff. Overlooking the ocean. It’s getting late into the evening, but the summer sun still held high above the horizon, even at this hour.

“I told you, I wanted a change of pace. City life wasn’t for me.”

“Suuure.” Judging by his tone, he’s not convinced. “So ya come to this deadbeat hick town that barely has cell reception or running water? This isn’t a resort, sweetheart.”

You take another french fry and chew it slowly, kinda pissed with how easily this stranger sees through your excuses. It’s annoying, definitely, but you eventually decide to be honest.

“All I had in the city was a job I hated and a psycho ex boyfriend. People were getting under my skin, and I felt like I couldn’t catch a break from the constant overwhelm and the fear he’d show up at my apartment uninvited. Had some money saved up so I wanted to give myself some time to figure out my future.”

“Work sucks, I get that.” Toji hums, flicking his lighter as he ignites a cigarette. “But the psycho ex boyfriend? Can’t say I relate to that one. Although I can understand why someone wouldn’t want to let you go.”

You try not to let that last line get to you, but you swallow your morsel of french fry with extra gumption at that admittance.

“No, you don’t get it. He was on another level. Obsessed with me. It was actually insane.”

“Can’t you press charges or something?”

“Not quite,” You dabble with a ketchup packet and some more french fries. “He’s a pretty powerful person, so it’s not easy. He has a lot of influence in the city.”

“Shit, you really do attract the crazies then, huh? Though, I reeeally have a hard time relating to that on a romantic level. It’s rare I ever find anyone who interests me.”

You feel your heart sink a bit at this admission. Flirting with Toji is fun, but maybe that’s all that’s ever going to happen: flirting.

“So then, what type of people interest you?”

Toji grins a bit before giving his answer, eyeing you down and reeling you in so he knows you’re paying attention. “Girls like you.”

Toji is looking at you dead in your eyes while taking a drag of his cigarette, studying your response before he decides it’s safe to drop his head onto your lap, laying out over the grassy plateau. His eyes flutter closed, clearly he’s blissfully unaware of the butterflies surfacing in your stomach.

The man is many things, but at least he’s honest. Besides, you’ve seen his muscles. Toji was probably the most attractive man to ever say something like that to you. It took you a minute to regain composure, but you could already feel the heat between your legs as you thought of the possibility of your body beneath his massive frame…

“Well then, what are you hiding from?” You flip his question back onto him, reclining your posture slightly. Trying to relax and loosen up the tenseness in your back. There was no way you were going to explain your entire story to him without getting a teensy bit of insight into what his deal is.

Again, his unbridled candor shocks you.

“Psychotic family members.”

You just nod, taking a bite of your sandwich. It wasn’t what you had expected, but it seems reasonable enough. You know how family drama can get toxic, and don’t blame him for wanting to escape it. “And you pick a place like this?”

“They’re the pretentious kind of psychotic, they’d never be caught dead slumming in a shithole like this.”

“So, you come from money?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. His rough appearance doesn’t exactly scream silver spoon, and yet his story seems to make sense.

He scoffs a bit, pushing his hair back with one hand, and taking another drag from his cigarette, still smouldering in the other. Courteously blowing the smoke away from you. Such a gentleman, you think, as he nuzzles himself comfortably into your lap.

His cigarette isn’t the only thing smouldering though. The way he looks at you, almost through you, is intense. Intimidating, even. Flecks of emerald glisten in his irises beneath the afterglow of the falling sun. It’s as though he’s never known fear or even second-guessed himself in his entire existence.

“Nah.” He shrugs the sentiment off effortlessly. “I’ve been disowned since birth pretty much. Didn’t fit into their expectations like some of my cousins did.”

“Why bother hiding from them, then? Especially in this shithole?” You throw his words back at him, feeling a little emboldened, enough to slightly graze your fingers through his hair. He doesn't seem to mind, but the way he suddenly and silently catches your gaze almost makes you stop. You realize he may even like it based on this reaction, but it’s hard to be sure, he’s so blunt, yet seemingly impossible to read.

“They’d rather me dead than be alive to disgrace them.”

That was a quick statement. One you didn’t expect. He laughs deeply, and you just stare at him, confused. The more answers he gives, the more questions you have. It’s as if he never stops unfolding into a deeper, darker secret.

“Is your family a hoard of cocaine-selling drug-lords or something like that? Relatives of Pablo Escobar?”

“Yeah,” laughs Toji. “Something like that. They’re not the kind of people you’d wanna mess with, that’s for sure.”

You know there’s no way that’s actually the case, or at least - you think you know. At any rate, you’re probably better off not asking. Although, you can’t help but get the impression that he’s telling the truth, and the subtle scars on his body may be a testament to his own family’s ruthlessness.

The thought of that makes you shudder slightly.

“Sooo,” he wastes no time, sprawling himself onto the grassy hill, stretching as he clings deeper into your lap. “I take it you don’t have any plans tomorrow either?”

You drop him a quick eye roll, patting his head playfully. “Not yet, still getting to know the neighbors.”

He cocks an eyebrow, confident that he’s the only neighbor worth getting to know in these parts.

“Let’s go to the beach.”

“The beach?” You repeat, and he scrunches his face. “This is a beach town, sweet cheeks. Don’t tell me you were just planning on waiting out your stalker ex in that mold-riddled bunker of a hotel room and never going to the beach in a fuckin’ beach town.”

You stop, realizing he’s right. You did intentionally pick this beach town not only for its isolation, but if you were going to run away, being near the ocean would at least be nice.

“C’mon, you need a tour guide.”

“Someone’s getting clingy.” You try to deflect his comments. Keep it playful. Maintain some distance - all of which is proving to be less and less possible by each passing minute.

“Clingy?” Toji scoffs. “You’ve gotta be the first person to ever call me that.”

“This time yesterday you didn’t even know me, now you’re already trying to set up a beach date with me tomorrow? Seems preeetty clingy to me.”

“I just wanna see your ass in a swimsuit, is that too much to ask for?”

“Oh, get fucked, Toji.” You laugh it off, or at least try to, but what he says next causes your breath to hitch in surprise.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He smirks, playfully smacking your thigh, as he raises himself from your lap. Stalling just as his face is directly in front of yours, then standing up.

“Let’s head back.”

_____

The next morning, you showered early, Putting on a pair of shorts over your swimsuit, just waiting, and waiting, and waiting for Toji to knock.

Maybe you were too eager. It was almost embarrassing when you thought about it, but it’s not like you have anything else to look forward to. It was nice to get out, and you couldn’t have asked for a more attractive ‘tour guide’ as he put it.

“Of course he’s taking his sweet ass time,” you mutter under your breath, regularly glancing at the clock for what seems like hours. It’s not like you to be this excited, this eager. Yet, there’s a gentle tug at the corners of your heart.

It feels good to be so excited to spend time with a new person. Especially after how tumultuous things had been for so long. Now, you get to be one who’s excited, and it feels good. Really fucking good to have those butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Toji reads you so easily, too. There is nothing to hide from him because he's so perceptive, yet there's a strange level of comfort with him. You want him to read you from the inside out, and for him to do the same.

He knows you found him wildly attractive. That much is certain. As much as you try, you can't avert your gaze. However, there's something else about him that draws you into him so effortlessly. His personality is standoffish, arrogant almost, and yet there’s this undeniable magnetism to him that you just can only helplessly wander towards.

You catch yourself imagining what type of swimsuit he wears, he seems like such an old man, but he also knows just how to flaunt his body. Right when you think it’s something you can’t picture, he shows up, knocking once before turning the handle only to be stopped by the chain lock.

“Damn it, Toji. You can’t even wait for me to answer?”

“I thought we had an understanding?” He chides as you hastily unlatch the door. “What if I urgently needed to shower?”

“And what if I was naked or something?” The question seems like common sense to you, but Toji makes it seem as if he would enjoy that scenario immensely. Hiding a smirk as he shakes his head and laughs. 

As soon as you unlatch the chain-lock, the door flings open. Hitting the panelled wood of the wall with a rickety thud. Toji leans up against the doorframe, black shorts and black t-shirt that may have been a size too small, effortlessly displaying every muscular contour from his calves to his traps, juuust visible beneath the pull of the fabric from his neck.

“You ready, or what?” Toji nudges you impatiently, noting that you’re already ‘beach ready’ with shorts and a clearly visible swimsuit. Its strings poking out from the neckline of your shirt.

Following a similar pattern to last night, you follow his lead down to his bike. This time, you don’t hesitate as you wrap your arms around his torso. It hasn’t even been a day, but it’s already a sensation you could get used to. Thick muscle knotted beneath a worn cotton t shirt.

It’s a quick motorcycle ride down to the beach. Once there, you spread out a spare sheet from the room, hoping that housekeeping won’t notice its absence. Not that housekeeping at the motel was all that diligent to begin with.

Toji wastes no time throwing off his shirt and adjusting his shorts. You collect yourself as you catch your eyes involuntarily moving down his abs towards the taper at his v-line.

Fuck, you think to yourself, making a conscious effort to look at his face.

I need to focus on his face… you remind yourself. He’s just like any other person, it’s not that hard.

At this point you’re lying to yourself. As much as Toji may have been joking about wanting to see you in a swimsuit, maybe he was serious? After all, you couldn’t *stop* looking at him in a swimsuit.

“Quit being so shy,” He shakes his head as he helps you take off your shirt. Tugging the fabric over your head and throwing it onto the makeshift blanket. Immediately, your cheeks glow hot at his forwardness. You can’t believe it. “C’mon, the water’s pretty nice this time of year.”

He takes your arm and leads you down the sand. “If the water’s so nice, then why is this beach so dead?” You can’t help but laugh at how sad the sight is. Just a lone bedsheet and tote bag on the shore, as Toji and yourself are the only visible people on the coastline. There are barely even seagulls. This place is just that deserted.

“Don’t you like it better this way?” Toji asks, letting the water swallow his lower body as he wades up to his thighs, before running up to pull you further into water along with him. He grabs your hand like it’s natural. Stringing his fingers along the palm of your hand along your forearm.

“More privacy for you,” He coaxes you a little deeper into the water, “and less people watching us.”

You look down, trying to conceal just how flushed your cheeks were becoming.

His swim trunks are loose, and amidst the creases, you swear you catch a glimpse of his cock’s imprint… and oh my god, was it huge.

Again you force yourself to look up at his face. Trying not to let it sink in that he’s not even hard yet…

“The water’s great,” you comment, trying to distract yourself, shift your attention to anything else, but you’re kind of shocked that a beach town with such clear waters is this dead. There isn’t a single person in sight, it’s just you and Toji for as long as this beach stretches.

While your mind wanders elsewhere, you feel a strong set of arms full you deeper into the water, plunging you down to your collarbone.

“Then stop being so timid and start enjoying it-'' He pulls you into him, and as you get deeper into the ocean, you start to feel the sand disappear beneath your feet. Clearly, you’re at the drop off, unable to touch your toes to the ground and gain your footing. It doesn’t matter though, Toji has you, and is proving to easily be the stronger swimmer between the two of you.

“It’s okay,” He murmurs, pulling you against his bare chest as the waves crash against your bodies. “Just relax and you’ll be fine.”

“Aren’t there sharks? Or poisonous jellyfish or something?” You gasp, looking off at the vastness of the ocean in front of you.

“Yeah,” Toji smirks, letting you worry just enough before he quickly reassures you, “but not this close to the shore. Besides,” You feel him deftly hook your arms around his neck - a not-so-subtle invitation that he wanted to be more than just chest-to-chest with you. “I’ve got you.”

Your fear of sharks and sea creatures decimates once you feel the press of his lips against your forehead. You snap your gaze away from the horizon and immediately towards him. As if to say ‘was that what I think it was.’ Toji holds your lower back beneath the tide with one hand, using his free one to gently caress your jaw and tilt your chin up. Perfectly angled to kiss you on the lips this time.

Despite his rough appearance, his lips are deceivingly soft. His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue eager to taste you.

Effortlessly, you let him in. Returning his kisses so naturally, you lose track of when exactly your legs had wrapped around his waist, and at one point a single kiss on the lips had escalated into an insatiable makeout session as the waves crashed against you. Toji’s back bearing the brunt of it, you only noticed after the occasional spray of saltwater.

As the tide rises, you barely notice him carrying you back to the shore. His lips never leave yours, and you’re too caught up in him. Legs squeezing around his torso, hands greedily entangled in his charcoal hair. Only when you feel the cool muddle of sand beneath your back do you realize he’s carried you up towards where the tide was low, cradling your head to keep your hair out of the sand, while he spreads his body over yours. Against your bare legs, you feel the bulge of his cock grind up against you.

He pulls away from you, uttering a low groan as he looks down helplessly at his aching boner, so obviously tenting through his swim trunks, already stretched tightly against his body.

“I could,” He moans, catching you glancing at his shorts, “I could fuck you right now.” Messily, he pushes his wet hair back away from his eyes, effortlessly flexing his arm muscles as he does so.

You push yourself up, feeling your hands sink into the wet sand as the tide chases your bodies. There was no coming back from this, but you just couldn’t handle the tension anymore.

“Do you wanna go back?” You gesture over to his bike on the outskirts of the beach. It would only be a few more minutes, as much as the idea of fucking on the beach tempted you, looking at Toji’s hulking statue and how hungrily he was looking at your body, you worried if that happened, you wouldn’t be able to walk after.

Wordlessly, he picks you up and heads towards the perimeter of the beach, cradling you in his strong arms, completely unphased by your wet body covered in sand. He needed to have you.
_____

The minute you’re outside your door, Toji urgently motions for you to unlock it. Forget seeing you in a swimsuit, he needed to see you naked.

“You should shower first” You suggest, dusting residual dried sand off Toji’s massive bicep. You’re dying to pick up where you left off. Toji eyes you up and down, already wanting to rip your clothes off and do exactly what he wanted to so badly at the beach.

Before your shoes were even off, you were already on each other. Hungry for each other. Even more so than you had been on the beach. His lips to your neck and his enormous hand effortlessly squeezing your entire asscheek greedily in his palm.

“S-shower first-” you instruct between laboured breaths, but Toji has every intention of keeping things dirty, even in the shower.

“You’re fucking joining me-” he groans, pulling you into the bathroom with him by your wrists.

He roughly pulls you into your own shower, running the water and hastily peeling off your swimsuit, tugging at your strings shamelessly and nearly ripping it to pieces. He’s not even letting you take off your own clothes. Toji wants you wet before you’re naked, in every way. He quickly removes his own, revealing how his cock is already hard again - and likely has been for a while based on the generous coating of pre-cum that glistened invitingly over his tip.

“You gonna clean me, or what..?” He already knows the answer, and that wasn’t a question.

Only the option to get on your knees and take him whole. Or at least try to.

The hot water of the shower is beating down on you overhead. Creating so much steam that even when you try to look up at him, to see if you’re doing a good job, you can barely make out his face. The only indications that you’re doing a good job are his loud, shameless moans coupled with the way he’s gripping your hair as he fucks your face, in and out. Repeating the motion. Forcing your throat into perfect submission, indented by every inch of his cock.

“Good fucking girl- fuck-” He moans out.

With the tears in your eyes and steam in the shower, you can’t see anything beyond the base of his thick cock. Probably for the best. You wanted so badly to show you could take him whole, but he’s just so impossibly thick.

“-Fuck, I could- I could get used to this.”

Toji groans, rocking his hips into your face, so sickly satisfied with the feeling of your throat growing impossibly tight around his cock.

His hand still firmly on the back of your head, not giving you any room to do anything other than helplessly slobber over his cock. Gagging as you feel his head slam into the back of your throat. Your mouth nearing the base of his cock, even with this much difficulty, you know you’re close to his balls. “Suck a little more- yeah- like that- just a little more baby-” You try to follow his instructions, his moans of encouragement, sucking as best you can when your mouth is nearly too full to even move, but given how he’s picking up the pace, you know he’s got to be close. He has to be, you can’t keep this up much longer.

As if he’s sensing you’re at your limits, he seems to be nearing his. Bucking into you as you cry into his cock.

“Mm-y’gonna swallow-yeah?” The sound of water pouring down on you drowns out any response you can give him and his rushed string of words, but the feeling of you trying to speak yet only vibrating around his cock pushes him over the edge giving him all the confirmation he needs.

A slurred barrage of inaudible consonants trail out of your mouth as his hot streams of cum meet your throat.

“Open wide baby.” He slows his thrusts before slipping his cock out of your mouth. “Lemme see,” tilting your chin upwards, you can barely make out his face through the steam. Carefully, you part your trembling lips, revealing the thick load of cum remaining on your tongue. “Atta girl,” he sighs before puckering his lips and adding to the fluid in your mouth.

In your delirium, it takes you a moment to register what he has just done.

His saliva was mixing with his cum. In your mouth.

Toji had you on your knees, naked and dripping in water, with a mouth full of his cum, and he had just lewdly spit into it.

In the midst of the steam and spray of the water, you could swear you’d seen him smirking down at you.

“Soo filthy,” He coaxes. Tapping the head of his cock against your lips for any stray beads of cum. “I think I’m clean enough now, but you-” he tilts your chin upwards and forces your lips closed as you swallow the mix of cum and spit in your mouth. “I think you need to stay in the shower a little longer.”

You catch your breath as he leaves through the shower curtain, creating a brief intermission in the heavy layer of steam and deafening sound of water hitting the tile floor.

Damn, you think to yourself. Your hands running through your hair, scrubbing out the grains of sand but the taste of him still lingers in your mouth. That was so dirty, but you couldn’t help but enjoy it.

You pick yourself up from your knees. Trying to rinse out your mouth, and then making sure any stray bits of sand were washed out of your hair.

When you twist the handle of the shower off, you swear you can feel your heart on the verge of beating out of your goddamn chest. Did Toji leave? Or is he still here? It would be rude of him to just walk out of your room after completely taking ownership of your throat in such a vile way - but then again - manners were evidently not his strong suit.

Reaching for the towel rack, you note that one is missing and his shorts are still on the bathroom floor, which means he’s either still in your room, or he went back to his room in nothing but a towel. You were willing to bet on the former.

Quickly, you dry off your body and detangle your hair, trying to maintain some illusion of composure before heading out to face him.

“Toji?” You call out from behind the door, slowly wrapping the towel around your body. “Are you still there?”

Silence.

Of course, he probably just wanted to use your shower… You shake your head as you enter your room, only to cry out in shock as the man grabs you from behind.

He had been waiting behind the door this entire time.

“Fuck-! Toji-!”

He has you wrapped from behind, the thin towel over his waist was the only thing separating his cock from the base of your ass. Already, you can feel it semi-hard again.

“Someone cleans up nice,” He muses, his lips plucking at your neck as he finds his way to your ear.

A quick nibble at the earlobe, and then an almost sinister bite along your neck. “You look clean, but I think we both know how dirty you really are.”

If you weren’t already flushed from the heat of the shower, you definitely were now. You were only feeling the heat in your face, but also between your legs.

You couldn’t help but wonder how good his cock would feel inside of you.

“C’mon, stop being so shy.” You feel his fingers dance across your collarbones, tugging gently at the towel and effortlessly letting it fall to the floor as he pushes you into the bed.

He towers over you, the towel around his waist barely hanging on as you can easily see that imprint of his overbearing cock. His green eyes glaze over your naked body, scanning it carefully, dotingly, as he parts his lips and drops a generous coating of his saliva right along your entrance.

“Seems like you’re the dirty one,” you tease, pulling at the towel that was already on the verge of coming undone. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you spitting is gross?”

“Never,” he muses, taking two fingers and spreading the fliud up and down. “It makes great lube, especially since you’re gonna be real tight around my cock. You’ll be thanking me in a few minutes. Trust me.”

You gasp out as he wastes no time toying with your clit, pinching it gently, then taking his index and middle finger and plunging them inside of you.

“Maybe sooner than a few minutes at this rate,” he smirks. His confidence alone is enough to make you wet, but the fact that he can back it up with how expertly he teases you really drives you wild. The way he only has two fingers in, but is already managing to have you writhing beneath him must be a talent.

“What do you want? My cock in five minutes, or my cock now?” He pumps his fingers faster and faster. Just as you’re about to gasp out ‘now’ he curls his fingers wickedly, as if he already knows your body and exactly where to push to get a reaction.

In your delirium, you barely realize how your ‘now’ turned into more of a gargled, moaning, mess of sounds. 

“Damn, you can’t even ask me properly?” He taunts as he lets another spittle of saliva fall from his lips. This time on to the tip of his cock. “And you want to call me impolite for spitting? At least I can fucking speak properly.”

You barely have the time or capacity to process what he’s saying, before you realize his fingers were out of your pussy, and now in his mouth. “You taste awfully sweet for such a filthy girl.” He laughs as he watches you eyeing him wildly.

Effortlessly, he picks up your ankles and drags you across the bed to the edge, pulling you across the bedsheets to the edge of the mattress right where his cock can conveniently teeter at the edge of your entrance. From your perspective, all you can see between the v-shape he has your legs positioned in is the bright red tip of his cock, already shining with a sleek coating of spit, followed by a seemingly endless trail of muscles, all culminating in a scarred but wildly attractive face glowering down at you.

His green eyes were glinting in the lowlights of the room, thinking of all the ways he was about to ruin you and your pretty body, making an absolute mess of this room and the sheets beneath you.

Hoisting your ankles over his broad shoulders he guides his cock into your eager pussy. Your hips writhing and mindlessly rolling into him, just brushing enough of his tip to cause a little bit of precum to seep out. Unable to bear any more teasing, your body is giving him every indication that you want him.

“Cute,” he mutters. “S’cute how you think you can handle me.”

Toji takes a sharp inhale before thrusting his cock into you. Not even bothering to ease himself in, upon his first thrust he already has half his length stuffed into you. Stretching out your pussy greedily and showing no mercy despite how you cry out.

“Fuck.” He breathes, lowering himself down to your cheek, folding your legs down so your knees are essentially pressing back into your shoulders. You couldn’t tell if the position was causing you to shift beneath him in an attempt to adjust, or if you were simply struggling with the sheer girth of Toji’s cock trying to snake itself inside of you.

You feel him graze your chin with a finger as he studies your face. “Enough with the shy girl act, my cock is already in your tight little pussy. If you’re gonna moan, then moan.”

It wasn’t like you to be so pliant beneath someone, but with Toji, each of his commands have you unravelling beneath him, moaning incomprehensibly but loud enough you wouldn’t be surprised if even the front office of this motel could hear your screaming out for Toji.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, finding his rhythm, barrelling into you until you feel his balls smacking against the base of your pussy. You really were taking in all of him, and frankly you’re surprised he hasn’t split you in half by now.

If your shameless moans weren’t encouragement enough, the way your legs quivered in the air was affirmation that you weren’t faking it. Not that he ever doubted his sexual abilities, but seeing you turn into a sobbing, quivering mess as he stretched you over his cock was just  so satisfying.

“You gonna get us some noise complaints, huh baby?” Toji urges, almost as if he’s challenging you to be louder. Still, despite his teasing, he maintains his pace. Brutally grabbing at your body as he snaps into you. Despite the thin layer of sweat that’s starting to drip over his body in the summer heat, he shows no signs of stopping.

“They might kick you out if you keep this up,” He taunts, taking a quick, playful slap at your tits before twisting his thumb and index around your nipple. Studying your every reaction, increasingly satisfied when each sadistic venture of his causes you to moan louder and louder, he eventually tsks his tongue.

“I can’t have you getting kicked out,” Toji sulks a bit, still rolling his hips into yours. “You feel too good. I can’t give this-” you feel his fingers release from your nipple, only to curtly smack your pussy causing you to yelp out, “-I wouldn’t want to give you up just yet.”

He slows his pacing ever so slightly, giving himself an opportunity to reposition your legs as he clamours further onto the bed, twisting you in a way where you can really feel every contour of his cock plunged deep inside of you, before he begins regaining his rhythm against your body. “Now, if I do this-” You feel the warm grip of his fingers enclosing around your throat, slowly tightening and loosening as he plays with the pressure around your trachea. “If I hold you like this,” He smirks, quickly tightening the pressure of his grip, “then you’re much quieter.

You feel your eyes widen as he firmly chokes you, Causing you to gasp for air as the room spins due to the overstimulation, his cock once again tearing into you, splitting you from the inside out. You’d scream if you could, something that Toji could no doubt feel beneath his fingertips.

“I’ll loosen my grip,” he grunts, clearly getting closer and closer to his high the longer he uses you like his own personal fucktoy, “if you can cum all over my cock.”

He plays with the pressure of each finger along your throat, as if the thought of you helplessly making a mess all over him, and unable to cry out about it would be the hottest sight in the world. “Until then, you’ll breathe when I say you can.”

He completely loosens his grip before reclaiming your throat. Giving you a brief moment to catch your breath as he drives his cock into you. It’s only a matter of seconds before you feel the pressure on your throat ease up as Toji mutters profanities, smirking like he’s proud of his methods.

In the height of your delirium, it takes you a few seconds to realize that your lower body was smattered with a slick coating of cum, Toji just towered over you, marvelling at the mess you made. “Fuck, you’re so disgusting-” He moves his thumb along your jaw, caressing it gently. “You’re perfect.”

As he predicted, after the high of your orgasm, your moans are reduced to mere whimpers as he crashes his body into you. Like waves that bring you beneath the current, you couldn’t resist him. All you could feel were the aftershocks in your lower body as he manouevered around you, plying and folding your legs until he found the exact angle to bring him to his own climax. Grunting heavily as his own moans sputtered out, low and animalistic.

You had worried he would go on forever, until you eventually feel him soften within you. Slipping out, and rolling next to you on the mattress, pulling your naked, breathless body onto his own.

“You’re so good,” he peppers a soft kiss along your jawline, shifting your body around as he inspects the redness of your neck, delicately tracing the impacted skin with his fingers. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You weakly shake your head. “No, you were great. But, I don’t know how I’ll get used to this.”

Toji smirks darkly, almost taking that as a challenge. “Good.” He murmurs, his lips pressing a kiss into the top of your head. “We can practice for as long as you want. As long as you don’t get sick of me.”

He knows you’re not going to want him to leave anytime soon.

_____


You can’t remember how many rounds the two of you went last night. The ache between your legs tells you it was more than you’d ever gone with anyone else.

“What?” You ask as you walk back over to the bed with a glass of water. “Do you not like the way your shirt looks on me?” You gesture to the black fabric that somehow managed to swallow your frame in its folds.

“I can barely see your ass when you wear my shirts-” He takes the glass from your hand and puts it on the side table. Effortlessly manoeuvring your body on top of his as he slides his immense hands down your contours, greedily grabbing at your ass that he so desperately wanted to see.

“It was the closest piece of clothing I could find,” you lied this as if you didn’t deliberately look for it after fantasizing about wearing his t-shirts, just as you had fantasized about wearing his hands around your collarbone.

“I can’t help that it’s so big on me. It’s not my fault. Afterall, I don’t usually fuck guys with bigger tits than me.” You laugh at this comment, pressing your hands into his chest to make it clear that his chest muscles easily eclipsed your hands in size. The taut corded muscle on his body was almost superhuman. You’d never seen anything like it before. Prior to seeing him in the flesh, you used to swear this degree of musculature was exclusive to photoshopped images of fitness models and marble statues of greek gods.

His smirk was unmistakable at this comment, despite being made crooked by the scar on his lips. Toji had you in the perfect position to chase your taste once again. His lips hastily and greedily against yours as he effortlessly pulls his shirt off your body.

He liked the look of it. A lot. The sight of you wearing his shirt was only second to the sight of you wearing nothing.

“Toji, if you keep throwing my clothes away we’re never going to get anything done.”

“I beg to differ,” he grins, taking your lower lip in his teeth and pressing your body against his bare chest. “You’re getting done as many times as you want, babe.”

Tired, and slightly sore, you can’t help but feel he’s right in that assumption. Thoughtlessly, you grind your hips against his already tenting cock in his boxer shorts. You don’t know how much more of him you can handle, but you know you haven’t had enough of him yet.

You can’t imagine you ever will.

____

The days trailed on much the same. A comfortable routine that became so consistent, Toji abdicated his room down the hall and his broken shower for your equally-tiny, equally run-down room (minus the broken shower of course, yours was still in good condition despite the heavy use).

In between odd mechanic jobs here and there, Toji spent his days off entirely with you. You were both on the same page about being a welcome distraction for one another. It was so natural, that at one point, you started to realize that to you, he had become far more than a simple distraction. You loved peeling back his layers as much as you enjoyed pulling off his clothing. You grew to miss him when he’d be gone for a few hours, and he even occasionally invited you along on his bigger jobs.

He’d gotten you a helmet because, while he himself was at peace with his reckless nature, Toji would never be able to live with himself if something were to happen to you on his watch. While you once were so hesitant to wrap your arms around him on the back of his bike, it became so natural and so comforting, you welcomed any excuse to attempt to wrap your arms around his immovable torso.

“The weather’s getting colder,” Toji notes bitterly, his hand heavily moving through your hair, fingertips deftly intertwined in your tresses. You’ve grown not to mind the charcoal tint from the motor oil that occasionally built up in his nail beds. As much as you tried to give him a manicure, you came to realize that no amount of scrubbing or showers could clean him entirely. You’ve just come to accept it was moreso the stain on his skin rather than actual dirt.

Mhm, is all you can manage, barely audible as the rain outside pounded against the dilapidated wood of the veranda.

“Beach towns are no fun in the winter. Always wet, cold, and dead.”

“I can imagine that,” you mutter despondently, almost afraid to look at him. This summer was probably the most enjoyable one you’ve ever had. No restrictions. No expectations. Just the complete and total freedom to lose yourself in the grasp of a handsome stranger. You didn’t expect to be able to be so open with anyone so soon after your last relationship, and here Toji was - defying every thought of predetermination you thought you’d be forever subject to. It was too good, you solemnly thought to yourself numerous times over the past few months only for it to culminate after a week of near-constant rain and less than ideal temperatures. Far too good to last.

“I’m thinking of heading somewhere far-south. Tropical, maybe?”

You swallow nervously, creating an uncomfortable silence as you squeak out your next words. “That sounds nice.”

You knew this was coming, endings felt inevitable from the moment you met Toji. The sinking feeling in your stomach intensified, and it took all you had in you to not look him in the eyes. Just focus on the conversation without the tremble in your voice betraying you.

Toji senses the pause and lifts up your chin with his hand. Giving you no choice but to look at him. Noting the subtle pout at the edge of your lips, he stifles a laugh as he understands exactly why you’re being so distant.

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on leaving you here alone. You got a passport, right?”