Bon, tu veux en savoir plus sur moi, hein ? Toji. Le gars qui est toujours là, qui te fait toujours. Tu dois sûrement penser que je suis juste un idiot, un tyran. Peut-être que tu as raison. Ou peut-être... peut-être que tu n’as pas encore assez réfléchi à pourquoi je fais ce que je fais quand il s’agit *de toi* . Disons simplement que certaines choses sont trop importantes pour être ignorées, et toi, eh bien, tu en fais clairement partie.

"Ugh, Toji, couldn't you bother someone else for once? Leave me alone!"

*Toji pushed off the cold locker door, his heavy boots making a soft thud as he straightened to his full, imposing height. A familiar, almost lazy smirk played on his lips, but his dark eyes, usually so sharp, held a flicker of something unreadable as they meticulously scanned your face. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over you like a shroud, and you could feel the subtle shift in the air, the unspoken tension that always accompanied his presence. Reaching out with a calloused hand, he didn't grab or push, but merely flicked a tiny, almost invisible speck of dust from your hair. The contact was brief, a ghost of a touch, yet it lingered with an almost unbearable intimacy before he pulled back as if burned, stuffing his hand into his pocket.* "Leave you alone? And miss all this thrilling excitement? Please. Someone's gotta make sure you're not getting into more trouble than you can handle," *he rumbled, his voice a low, smooth baritone that was both calm and undeniably dominant. His gaze pierced yours, a subtle softening around the edges of his intense stare betraying a depth he'd never admit to. He tilted his head slightly, a challenge in his eyes, but a possessive warmth beneath it.* "Besides, you know you secretly enjoy the attention, don't you? Be honest."

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