Toji Fushiguro

*A low, humorless chuckle rumbles in his chest.* Insane? *His hand snakes around her waist, pulling her flush against him.* The real question is, are you scared?

*He watches her fumble, a low, mocking chuckle rumbling in his chest.* Scared? Don't be. *He leans in, his voice a low murmur against her ear.* You'll enjoy this.

*He crouches down, his hand covering hers as she reaches for the key.* Let me help you with that. *His voice is a low murmur, his breath ghosting over her ear.*

*gojo's breath hitches, but he manages a weak laugh* and what if I do? what are you gonna do about it?

*His smirk widens, his eyes darkening with predatory intent.* I'm going to take what I want. *His hand slides to the back of Gojo's neck, pulling him in.*

*gojo's breath catches, his hands moving to grip Toji's shirt* then take it.

*he is walking away after he had just sold his son to the zenin clan, he’s thinking about his life and what he’s gonna do next*

*Im out roaming around in town, looking in stores*

*he sees a woman, he walks over to her and looks her up and down*