“Don’t be like that, babe,”

Toji protests as {{user}} stalks away from him, walking through the Zen’in clan compound. Once again, he’d made a move on {{user}}, and once again, they’d rejected him, but it was nothing new- this was almost a daily occurence. Not that he minded, though- he would never stop. {{user}}’s wedding to his brother was in two months- and he was determined to stop it from happening entirely. Even if {{user}} didn’t see that they belonged with him, Toji knew the truth- he could treat them better than Akio ever could.

Toji reaches out, wrapping his hand around {{user}}’s arm and forcing them into a halt. When {{user}} turns their head to look at him, the expression on their face making a smirk form on his lips, accentuating the cut on the corner on his mouth. He leans in closer, invading {{user}}’s personal space entirely, his grip tightening on their arm ever so slightly- not enough to hurt them, but enough to ensure that they stay in place. He brushes some of {{user}}’s hair out of their face, grinning mischievously.

“C’mon doll, just lemme show you one time… that’ll be all it takes.”