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“Congratulations on your engagement,” he says, his deep voice carrying easily over the house music and indistinguishable chatter filling the crowded bar, “to the perfect couple.”
His words are spoken easily, silkily. They could almost pass for genuine. Almost. But you can hear the condescending amusement behind them. There’s mischief in his green eyes locked on yours as he raises his whiskey glass in your direction for good measure, his biceps bulging underneath his dark shirt with the movement. That’s your favourite shirt on him, he knows it too. You have no doubt that’s why he wore that shirt, tonight of all nights. You force your eyes not to wander and appreciate how the fabric clings to all his glorious muscles perfectly. His sleeves were partially rolled up revealing his thick, veined forearms and the top buttons were undone showing a glimpse of his ridiculously large pecs, just barely held in by the straining material. He really does look delicious tonight, the teasing bastard.
There’s a beat of silence between you that lasts a little too long, bordering on rude as you simply glare back at him. A smirk creeps across his face he quickly hides by taking a long swig of his liquor.
“Thanks, Dad.” You feel Megumi’s hand on your waist giving you a subtle squeeze, prompting you to give your own thanks.
You take a small sip of champagne from your flute glass. When you lower the glass your well practised smile returns.
“Thank you, Mr Fushiguro,” you say, just as easily, just as silkily. But he can hear the indignation behind your voice, the warning in your eyes as you stare back at him. Don’t. Fucking. Start.
Megumi chuckles. “I think we can move on to first name basis now, don’t you think?”
You look up at Megumi. Your Fiancé, with a soft smile on his face. His gentle green eyes full of love and affection, just for you. Gazing down at his perfect little Fiancée who he undoubtedly wants to spend the rest of his life with. Who he would do anything and everything for. Who he truly loves with his whole heart. Who he has no idea is having an affair with his father.
“We are going to be family after all,” he says and smiles such an endearing smile then, that sweet genuine smile reserved only for you.
You smile back at him but tension holds your entire body at his words. Sensing it, he squeezes you tighter into his side and kisses your forehead. You close your eyes at the sweet gesture and immediately relax back into him.
Megumi always does know how to read you, what to do and what to say to keep you feeling calm, relaxed, loved and happy. But, unfortunately, not excited, not passionate, not wild and not free. Unlike him.
It was on a cold and rainy day in November last year when you met Megumi. Your life had taken a horrendous nose dive only a few months before when your father died unexpectedly leaving you heartbroken, lonely and, quite simply, lost. Your mother died in childbirth, you had no siblings, your father was all the family you had. You had a few friends too, but you barely had the time to see them. Your high flying ambitious career in the City took up all your time and was slowly eating away at your soul. When you got the news your Dad died, still way too young and without any warning, your job seemed meaningless after that. It was a road traffic accident, it could have happened to anyone, it could have happened to you. You quit your job the next day and, after a long period of mourning, you found a new job at a cute little coffee shop down the road from your apartment.
Megumi was a lawyer. Not just any lawyer, he had his own law firm at the tender age of 24 too. He was quite the prodigy. He was in the area on the way to a client meeting. He came into the shop talking into his phone resting between his cheek and shoulder, shaking off his umbrella, in need of somewhere quiet to fire up his laptop and shoot off some emails. As always, he was early for his meeting and had some time to kill. You had just cleared a table and he had just collected his drink when you bumped into each other, coffee spilling everywhere, including down his pristine, very expensive looking suit.
“I’ll call you back,” he growled into the phone.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry!”
“It's fine,” he said in a clipped, agitated voice as he looked down, assessing the damage and thinking of how he could possibly hide the coffee stains or if he would quickly need to buy a new suit before the meeting.
“I’m so, so sorry! It’s not fine. It’s my first day, but that’s no excuse! I didn’t see you I- I just…“
Your voice trails off when his piercing green eyes finally found yours. Oh shit, he was attractive. Excruciatingly attractive.
“It’s fine, really,” he assures you, his voice much softer this time, a slight smile pulling on his lips as he gazes back at you.
You swallow before you finally find your voice again. “It’s not. I didn’t look where I was going. Please let me get you another drink? And please come back in and give me the dry cleaning bill? It’s the least I can do.”
“I’ll settle for a date,” he says, ever the professional negotiator.
You blink at him.
“I apologise that was inappropriate, unless…?”
You found yourself giggling, giggling, for the first time in a very long time and tucking your hair behind your ear. Why not? He was unbelievably gorgeous and so nice and apparently successful. Ticking all the boxes so far. You agreed to a date that he eagerly set up for that weekend. By the end of the second date on the following weekend you had fallen into his bed and slept together. It’s not something you usually do so soon, but you knew, you just knew. You knew this was something special. They say when you know, you know, and that was true for the both of you. It wasn’t long after that he asked you to move in with him. Then not too long after that, you were introduced to him.
At first you hated Toji before you even met him. Megumi had explained that Toji and his mother were really young when they had him and sadly his mother died when he was only 4 years old. Toji disappeared shortly after that leaving Megumi all alone. No mom. No siblings. No one. It infuriated you. How could he abandon his child at such a young age? After he lost his mother too? Leaving him all alone?! Your father was cruelly snatched from you and Megumi's father left voluntarily, out of choice, at such a young age. What a heartless and cold bastard he must be.
Then when you actually met him it was even worse. You did not get along at all. He was crass, loud and shamelessly uncouth, the opposite of Megumi. Toji thought you were a pompous, stuck up, little princess. Just another airhead after Megumi's money probably. He had to admit there seemed to be more to you than the personality vacuums disguised as women Megumi had very occasionally introduced him to before you. And he also had to admit Megumi was different with you - sickeningly loved up, infatuated even, completely and utterly enthralled by you. So he tried his best to get along with you and you did him, but it was just awkward and for a long time you just couldn’t get over your preconceptions of each other. Until you did.
You hear someone call Megumi, bringing you back into the bustling restaurant bar he had chosen as the venue for your engagement party. It was filled with family and friends and the usual Saturday night crowd. The meal was over so now you were all mingling over drinks at the bar.
“Excuse me, Beautiful,” he says to you before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Be right back. Play nice.” He shoots the last words at his father before untangling his arm from your waist.
You watch Megumi disappear into the crowd before bringing your gaze back to him, an uninterested and bored expression glazing over your features. But his relentless amused smirk pays you no mind.
“You know, I’ve never heard you say my name,” he drawls lazily.
You don’t bite, you just take another sip of champagne.
He watches you slowly lower your glass and your tongue roll over your lips. You probably didn’t mean the action to be sexual, but like almost everything you do, his cock still stirs with interest. You force yourself not to react when his green eyes focus back on yours with a familiar predatory intent, the smirk slowly vanishing as he steps a little closer to you and drops his voice a little lower with his next words.
“I’ve heard you moan it, I’ve heard you scream it-“
“-stop it-“
“-but I’ve never heard you say it,” he continues shamelessly.
“Just stop.”
“Why?”
“We’re at your son's engagement party,” you hiss, “and I’m his Wife to be.”
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right,” he says as he takes a step back from you, keeping an appropriate distance between you both as he takes another drink. You take another sip of your champagne and avert your gaze towards nothing in particular. When you lower your glass you take a deep breath in relief as the tension between you melts away. But then Toji steps even closer to you, far too close in the crowded bar with witnesses, including Megumi, close by. You freeze at his brazenness, breath halting and heart pounding as he leans into you and purrs against your ear.
“You should be calling me Daddy.”
He slowly pulls away, just enough to meet your eyes. “Shall we try that next time we fuck?” His hot minty breath laced with liquor fans your flushed skin, his voice dropping smoky and seductive in that way it does when he speaks such filthy words. The effects are the same every time, your body involuntarily getting ready for him to make good on his dirty promises - your blood heats, nipples harden, pulse races and panties dampen.
Toji watches you swallow hard, the little bob catching in your dainty little throat. That same throat he loves to wrap his hand around and you secretly love to wear as a necklace. His eyes drop even lower and he doesn’t miss the way your nipples become so hard they’re visibly straining underneath your sexy yet classy tight dress, as if they’re trying to reach out to him.
He smirks at you, oh so aware of the effect he’s had on you against your will and it ignites something in you then. That little bit of hate you held for him that morphed into something much worse over the last ten months since he first had you.
“Step the fuck away from me,” you breathe. To your surprise, he does, but he’s still giving you that smug fucking smirk you want to slap off his face.
“You will not speak to me like that again, you will not touch me again and you certainly will not be fucking me ever again,” you say as quietly as you can while still making yourself heard over the crowd.
“Then why are you wearing my favourite dress if it’s not for me to rip off you later, hm?” His green eyes rake over you then, undressing you with his ravenous gaze and you involuntarily shiver. He doesn’t miss it.
“It's not for you,” you quickly bite back before his smirk grows any smugger, “it’s Megumi’s favourite dress too.” You can’t help but enjoy the way his smug smirk falters, even if just a fraction.
“Sure it is,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“It is,” you hiss with another glare. It really is, both of them have told you, separately of course, how much they love the way the tight black fabric hugs all your curves, and how much they love to peel it off you and replace it with their greedy hands, as they touch, taste and take you all night long. The Fushiguro men have the same taste in women and ladies wear apparently. “I told you. It’s over between us.”
He sighs dramatically. “Yeah, yeah,” he says at his normal volume, which is louder than the average person, but then again he is anything but average. “You said that before last month. Didn’t stop you from sucking me off in the car park the very next day. Did it?”
“Keep your voice down,” you hiss, “I told you that was-“
“You also told me the same thing a week after that. Didn’t stop ya from letting me eat you out in the back of your car though.”
“Will you please lower your voice-“ you say through gritted teeth but he interrupts you again.
“You came so hard you passed out that time. Remember? I know you do. I sure do. So fuckin’ cute. I’ve been fucking my fist to that memory ever since.”
Your mouth drops open before snapping closed. You can feel your cheeks heating as you glare at him, utterly speechless. His eyes rake over your flustered face, as he finishes his drink and casually puts the empty glass down on the bar. When his eyes return to yours that amused smirk returns as he looks over your still flustered face. You don’t know why, you’ve heard much worse out of his mouth, and way too often, but his filthy words and crassness still manage to get to you everytime. Unfortunately, your body is less shocked and more shamelessly turned on. Your nipples tightening into shards of glass at this point that really might burst through your dress at any moment at the image of Toji stroking his monstrous cock until it cums, spilling over his huge hands and thick thighs.
You forced your breathing under control and willed your heartbeat to slow the fuck down, which was difficult with the way those gorgeous green eyes of his are swirling with lust, dropping back down to your embarrassingly obvious hard nipples. You cross your arms over your chest and his eyes reluctantly move back up to your face, a devilish, frustratingly sexy smile adorning his lips. His little scar stretching with the movement, slowly revealing his pearly white teeth. Your eyes flicker down to his mouth and you just can’t stop the memory of those talented lips moving across your own lips from surfacing. The way his tongue dived into you, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm until, yes, for a few seconds you did pass out. Your vision gone and mind sent blank beyond the threshold of pleasure and into unconsciousness. The insufferable smug asshole couldn’t stop laughing for 10 minutes afterwards.
“It won’t happen again. It’s done. Finished. You’re going to forget about us and never mention us again.”
“No. Here’s what’s going to happen.” His eyes darken and there’s no trace of the usual playfulness in his voice. “You’re going to go to the bathroom with me and I’m going to bury myself in that gorgeous little cunt of yours, so fucking deep, they’ll be no getting me out.”
“Are you out of your mind?! No I-“
“It’s not a fucking request, Princess. Go. Before I drag you there myself.”
“I told you. I’m engaged to your son. It’s over.” You try to sound authoritative but you internally cringe at the obvious falter in your voice.
He hears it too. You aren’t fooling anyone, least of all him. “The hell it is,” he seethes back at you with much more authority behind his deep voice as he leans into you, taking up all your personal space, sucking up all your oxygen and suffocating you with his presence.
You glare up as him and he glares back down at you. The heat between you is palpable - through your heated stares and his overbearing presence, you can literally feel his body heat without him even touching you, growing, blazing, consuming you and burning everything and anything in its path, in that way it does, your sanity and self control being the first to go.
The sound of a glass smashing from somewhere behind the bar breaks the trance for you both. Still glaring at each other, he leans back from you as you down the rest of your champagne and place the empty glass on the bar without another word. You then straighten yourself up, turn and push your way through the crowd and walk away from him as fast as your heels and tight dress will allow, your heart pounding so damn fast and so hard it’s all you can hear. You need air.
That fucking man. He’s infuriating. He’s so frustratingly impossible. You just can’t deal with him right now. You shove the bar doors open with far too much force earning you a few stares from the smokers outside but you don’t give a shit. You shoot them death glares back and they quickly return to their conversations. The cold night air hits your heated skin harshly but you welcome it. You take a moment to close your eyes and inhale deeply but the fresh air still does nothing to calm you and it certainly doesn’t clear your head. All you can see at the back of your eyes are a scarred smug smirk and piercing green eyes. With a huff you head back inside in search for more champagne.
You’re barely three steps back into the venue when you’re yanked to the side. A scream almost bursts out of you when a strong hand clamps over your mouth.
“Shhh, Princess. Don’t be screamin’ just yet.” You hear him casually drawl into your ear. You’re about to throw your heel back and kick him in the balls before you hear him chuckle as he tugs you to the side and shoves you into a bathroom, locking the door behind him. Trust Megumi to pick a joint so posh it has single toilet bathrooms. Pretty convenient for what he has planned next though.
You land against the sink counter top with a thud and a “what the fuck?!” You straighten yourself up but before you can even whirl around and give him a piece of your furious mind his hand is in your hair, his other on your back, pushing you down to bend over the sink but yanking your head up, forcing you to watch him in the mirror over the sink as he presses his crotch against your ass. You’re so shocked by the audacity of it you’re lost for words. Just glaring at him through the mirror as a smirk grows across his face.
“Don’t look at me like that, Princess. I told ya this would happen.”
You squirm but he pulls your hair harder, your head further back painfully, forcing your back to bow and making a sound between surprise and pain slip out of you. His smirk grows wider, the scar on his lips cracking open and your bewildered stare drops to his gleaming white teeth before glaring back into those green eyes that glimmer with sinister and sinful intent. Despite your rage, your traitorous pussy still pulses in anticipation, especially since you can feel his cock hardening against your ass. Toji doesn’t miss the way your mouth falls open as your breathing gets heavier, the way your pupils dilate and eyelids hood, the way your ass is pushing back into him despite yourself, your hands flexing against the counter top and thighs pushing together, searching for something, anything, to relieve the ache growing between your legs.
The tension between you is becoming unbearable as he just holds you in place, not saying a word, just waiting for you. You know what he’s waiting for, you know what he wants, he wants you to ask for it, to beg for him. You're loath to give it to him but you can’t take it anymore.
“Fucking fuck me then,” you demand and with that the tension between you snaps. His hand tightens its grip of your hair and you wince, as his other hand frantically undoes his belt and jeans. You reach behind you and hurriedly gather the material of your dress up and over your hips and and push your panties down as far down as you can, all while never breaking eye contact. He thrusts into you without any warning, burying himself half way in, as far as he can since you’re nowhere near ready for him. He hasn’t given you any prep which is essential with Toji. His cock is obscenely big and thick, just like all the muscles covering his body that flex when he pulls back and thrusts against you even harder, forcing himself all the way into your body. You cry out at being stuffed so viciously full. It’s a touch painful, but the pain is wonderfully exquisite. He does it again and you cry out again, louder this time.
“Fuck, T-Toji!” You gasp before he repeats the motion over and over again, giving you no time to adjust to him. You’re absolutely helpless. All you can do is gasp and moan and watch his wicked green eyes stare back at you through the mirror as he fucks you with increasingly violent thrusts. He pulls your hair harder, his other hand grasping your hip harshly, thick fingers digging into your skin and anchoring you to him as he takes what he wants.
“Fuck, Toji!” You moan this time as his cock slips and slides in and out of you with ease now. You hear him moan your name back, his hips angrily snapping against your ass with punishing intent, over and over and over again. You open your eyes to see his mouth slightly agape and a sexy look of absolute awe and concentration across his handsome face as he watches his cock disappear into your sopping wet cunt, coming back out soaking wet with your juices, before he drills it right back in for more.
“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up with my cum,” he breathes as his speed builds. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your whole body tingles with an impending release. You know you're getting louder, you’re trying to be quiet, terrified a guest will hear you both and find out what you’re doing, or worse, try and stop what you’re doing. But it feels too fucking good, and your orgasm is so close that you’re past caring if anyone hears your scream.
“Oh God, Toji,” you mewl so damn desperately “s-so close, don’t stop, Toji!”
You’re right on the edge, your eyes squeezing shut and your shallow pants quickening through your wide open mouth. Just a couple more thrusts and-
Toji suddenly stops and yanks your hair. “Open your fuckin’ eyes and look at me right fuckin’ now,” he growls with so much venom your eyes snap open in shock. Your bewildered stare meets his vicious gaze. “Watch me ruin you. Watch me fuck so much of my cum into you he’ll be havin’ my sloppy seconds for weeks.”
You can’t do anything but watch him as resumes his movements impossibly harder, impossibly faster, the countertop rattling violently as he ravages your body as if it’s his own to break and play with however the fuck he pleases.
Your hand moves between your legs and fingers just manage to graze your clit when he grabs your arm and shoves it harshly behind you, holding your wrist in place behind your back.
“Greedy little whore. Did I say you could touch yourself?!” He pulls your hair tighter and you wince.
“N-no!”
“No I fuckin’ didn’t,” he spits, “you know the rules, Princess, you need permission to touch what’s mine.”
You whimper in response and nod choppily. “Yes, Toji, m’sorry.”
“Tch. What the fuck am I gonna do with ya, hm? My naughty girl. Might not let you cum for that,” he threatens as he slows down his thrusts.
“No! Please! Want to cum! Need to cum, Toji! Please, let me cum, please, please!” You continue to babble mindlessly as your back arches and ass presses back into him, encouraging him to keep going. He smirks before returning to his ruthless pace.
“Course I will, baby,” he coos, “I take care of what’s mine.” The softness behind his voice catches you off guard, such a contrast to the way he is mercilessly pounding you.
“And you are mine, Princess. Tell me you’re mine, baby.” His voice is rough and raw as his thrusts become choppy.
“I’m yours. I’m all yours, Toji. Oh fucking god, all yours,” you moan obscenely as he gets you dangling over the edge of a climax so powerful your legs are already shaking.
“Fuck yeah,” he moans back.
You catch each other's eyes in the mirror then and he gives you a flash of his sinfully sexy smirk and a wink. Your pussy clenches even tighter just at the sight of him and he feels it.
“Christ, Princess,” he hisses before grunting. “Gonna cum, gonna cum so fuckin’ hard.” His hips snapping sloppily, “cum with me, baby,” he demands gruffly.
You nod, unable to form any words just constant gasps between dangerously loud moans as he continues to abuse your cunt in the sweetest way.
“Fuckin’ comin’,” he grunts before he suddenly stills. You force your eyes open to look in the mirror and watch his face contort so damn sexily before abruptly relaxing again. Explicits and broken versions of your name falling from his lips, his eyes closing, veins bulging in his thick muscular neck as he slowly tilts his head back and bites down on his lip in that hella sexy way he does when he cums. To this day, you have never seen such a sexy sight as Toji Fushiguro coming. If you weren’t already there, it tipped you over the edge into your own climax every single time. And just like that, witnessing him coming undone through the mirror and the feeling of his huge cock twitching, releasing endless ropes of thick hot cum deep inside you, your own powerful release is triggered.
“Holy shit, Toji!”
He still slowly thrusts in and out of you as he feels you pulsing around him, your pussy milking every last drop of cum out of him.
“F-fuck, that’s it. Take it, baby, take it all like a good fuckin’ girl,” he breathes between hisses and groans.
You moan some more in response and writhe under his hands now appreciably gliding across the curves of your ass, hips and waist as you both shudder in overstimulated pleasure.
When you finally come down from your dizzying high you open your eyes to find his green ones staring back at you. A fucked out smug grin growing on his face.
“Funny how you tell me we’re done, yet here you are losing your pretty head on my cock again like a slut.”
You glower at him.
“While your Fiancé is just outside too, absolutely shameless, baby,” he says before sticking out his tongue.
The dopamine swimming in your veins is quickly replaced with white hot rage as you snap up and shove him off you with all the strength you have left.
“Do you think that’s funny? That’s not just my Fiancé that’s your son.”
“Hey, calm down I was joking,“ he says as he tucks himself away and does back up his jeans and belt.
“Oh, is this a joke to you?” You angrily tug up your panties and yank your dress back into place.
“No ‘course not, I-“
“Then what?! What is this?! What the fuck are you doing?! I told you, I told you this was over when we got engaged-“
“Hey, hey, baby, listen-“
“No! And don’t fucking ‘baby’ me! I told you before this has to be the last time this isn’t right, this can’t happen anymore-“
“I know, calm down will ya?” He says, a slight edge of panic in his voice as he sees your eyes welling up with tears and your voice getting uncontrollably louder as you continue to rant at him. He hates seeing women cry, and seeing you cry is unbearable. His hands run up and down your arms soothingly but it just makes you even angrier.
“No! Don’t tell me to calm down! And don’t touch me!” You screech as you shove his hands off of you.
“Alright, alright,” he says gently as he raises his hands and steps away from you in surrender, green eyes wide watching you lose your shit.
“I told you!” Your voice is cracking but you’re so angry you can’t care, “I told you we were over! I tried to get through to you! So why are you still fucking with me?! Why can’t you just let this go?! Why can’t you just-“
“Because I fucking can’t, alright?!” He shouts so loudly and so suddenly it makes you jump. A couple of tears spilling from your eyes as you blink in shock at his outburst. You have never heard him raise his voice before, never mind raise his voice at you.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he says much more softly. He shakes his head as he steps back closer to you, his big hands cup your face and his thumb wipes at your tears. “I can’t, I just - I can’t do it. I can’t let you go, baby. You know I can’t. You know how I feel about you, I-”
“Don’t,” you say, your voice thick. You can’t hear that, not now, not ever, but especially not now at your own engagement party to another man. You’d rather him shout at you than that. You put your shaky hands over his and try to pull them away but he won’t budge.
He clears his throat, retracting the rest of his intended words before they leave his mouth. Even he knows now is not the right time for that, if there ever is one.
“I don’t wanna lose you,” he tells you quietly, his voice growing louder as he continues, “and you know what? I won’t, I refuse. I won’t give you up, not for him, not for anyone. You’re mine. And if I have to keep fucking you to keep reminding you of that then I will.”
You look at him incredulous. “Don’t you get it? I was never yours to have. And even if you did have me, you lost me when I said yes to him. I’m not yours, I’m his.”
He scoffs. There’s a beat of silence as he bores his eyes into yours, all trace of softness gone. “Yet here you are, freshly fucked by me, with my cum dripping down your thighs.” He says it slowly with a tilt of his head, voice laced with bitter condescension before that smug smile reappears on his face.
His smug smile ignites that rage again. The power of Toji Fushiguro, his uncanny ability to get you fired up in every way, 0 - 100 mph in less than a second.
“Just do it it then.”
“What?”
“It’s not all on me you know, you have options too. If you want me so bad, do it. Tell him. Tell everyone. Make your own announcement tonight, me and you, let’s tell everyone now get it out in the open and then run away together. Live happily ever after, yeah? Maybe Megumi will be happy for us? Happy that his Fiancée is going to be his new Mommy?”
“Hmph. You’re just being childish now.”
You scoff this time. “It’s the only way you understand anything! Have to break it down for you and talk to you like a fucking child!”
It was a cheap shot. Not even true but you were pissed, really pissed, and it was the first thing that came to mind.
Toji narrows his eyes at you, biting his tongue in refusal of getting into an argument with you. You narrow your eyes back before sighing in defeat, suddenly exhausted for too many reasons to count.
“You know I’m right though, don’t you? There’s no future for us. Just like you, Mr Fushiguro, we are impossible.”
You hear voices nearby, Megumi’s voice included, and you both freeze.
“I can’t do this anymore. This is it. Whatever we had ends here. I’m marrying him and I’m doing this properly, I refuse to be the kind of Wife who cheats on her Husband. Megumi will have my whole heart and no one else,” you whisper so quietly it’s barely above a breath but he hears you loud and clear, your words echoing through his body and shattering somewhere in his chest.
You both hear Megumi’s voice getting closer.
“We’ll see about that,” he just says as he opens the door.
“Wait,” he hears you whisper, but it’s too late he’s already out the door.
“There you are.” You hear Megumi say before Toji even had chance to close the door. You shrink back into the bathroom as far out of view as possible. Toji looks back into your wide eyes. Is this it? Are we really doing this? Are you going to tell him?
What feels like an eternity passes by before Toji turns back away from you and shut the bathroom door behind him.
“Here I am.” You hear him say casually, as if he hadn’t just been on the cusp of the most life-altering decision of his life.
“Have you seen her?” You hear Megumi ask.
“Nope.”
“Oh.” Megumi reaches for the bathroom door and Toji steps in front of it.
“I wouldn’t go in there. The damn shrimp. Did not agree with me at all. Give it 20 minutes.”
The ghost of a grimace flashed across Megumi’s face. “Right.” Megumi turns toward the next bathroom as Toji hovers in position, guarding the door, making sure Megumi does disappear before you come out. “Hey, Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to give her away.”
“… what?”
“At our wedding. You know, walk her down the aisle? Give her over to me before the vows and I do’s?”
“Oh. Right. Why the fuck would I do that?”
“You know her Dad died last year, right? She doesn’t have anyone else. You’re the closest thing to a Dad she has.” Toji’s eye involuntarily twitches at that and you cringe behind the bathroom door, luckily Megumi doesn’t see either reaction as he continues. “I think it would be a nice gesture. A truce. You haven’t exactly been nice to her have you?”
“I have.” I’ve been real nice to her. You have no idea, son.
Megumi just gave him a look. “Just do it. Tell her you’ll give her away at our wedding, and you’d be happy to, make it genuine. Do not say I told you to, make out the idea came from you, got it?”
“Fine, fine.”
“Thanks.”
You hear what you assume is both men walking away, until only the hum of the distant chatter and gentle bass of the bar house music can be heard. But then you hear shuffling and Toji’s deep voice from just outside the door.
“Did you hear that, Princess? Looks like I will be giving you up to him after all.”