Toji Fushiguro

You’re desperate for him, but he knows that. He can tell by the way you look at him, the way you can’t keep your eyes off him. He just watches you, enjoying the effect he has on you. He’s completely clothed, knowing that it drives you crazy. He’s purposely testing your patience.

You can see the desperation in your eyes. You try to reach over to him, but he moves away just as you’re about to touch him. You pout.

You were a mess, whining and pouting, your legs rubbing together and trying to get any friction at all. You look at him with pleading eyes.