6akyubasu

[6akyubasu]

thinking of doing a p0rnstar!toji pretty soon, what type of one-shots should i write?

[6akyubasu]

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[6akyubasu]

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Toji needs your help . . . (Sub!Toji X Succubus!Y/N)

Word Count ; 2.9K

For the last week, your husband, Toji has felt excruciating pain; a harsh cough, a burning fever, and a persisting migraine. It seems as if nothing works. No medicine, no meal, nothing could take away this suffering.

“How do you feel now?,” you say softly, as you lay beside him in bed.

“Terrible..,” he responds nasally. The congestion in his nose makes his voice show just how dreadful he feels. He could barely move a muscle to cover his mouth while he coughs, and the harshness increases every time he does so. After he finishes, he settles back to the position he last was in. As he lays on your bed frame, you take in his figure; his pale skin appears like a sheet of ice, his muscles look like they’re deflating, and he can’t even open his eyes to stare at the ceiling that he’s facing.

“I’m sorry, my love… I can try and make you something…,” In an effort to please him, you list anything that will supply him with sustenance and strength to feel at least somewhat better, “Tea? Soup? Something hot will help you feel better..,” You notice that what you say doesn’t please him, and regardless of all of the delicious things you may try to feed him, nothing will work.

“Y/N..,” he mutters, “you know the only way to make me feel better is..,”

Before he finishes his sentence, you interrupt him just as he’s about to say something. “Tea? Perfect, I can make you a cup as soon as possible.” You get up out of the king-sized bed you’re both sharing, and stand up to enter the kitchen. Yet he stops you.. 

“Y/N, stop..,” he says. “I’m getting worse by the day.. We’ve tried everything in the book, why won’t you just do it?” Besides being “good” at deflecting, you’re also great at playing dumb.

“What do you mean, Toji? I’ll start the kettle right now.” You say, as you walk across the room for the door, inching closer and closer so that you can end the conversation before he can say.. “Heal me. I’m getting weaker and this pain only multiplies the more you deny me..” 

“Toji… I-..I can’t.” You know that it’s best for him, but you can’t help yourself to do that. You haven’t had sex with Toji in months, and after the events that happened the last time you did so, you planned to not do it for many more. When you and Toji had sex, it was different. It wasn’t just intimacy and bonding, it was as if you were melting into one another. Your entrails became his and vice versa, the beads of sweat that came from the powerful fucking you gave to each other transformed into skin, his large dick fit into you like a third leg, and he embraced you tightly like a bear. It was the best feeling.. And if not for that feeling, it wouldn’t bring out the worst in you. 

Your abilities were meant to kill and drain men so you can sustain your own existence. Every man that came before him had been stricken with energy the moment you’d connected with them, and once you gave in, you deprived them of their life just so you could live. With Toji, that was far from the case.. What he gave you wasn’t just sex, but lust at its finest. He fucked you like a wild beast attacked it’s prey, he touched you like the sun touches your skin when you stand within it’s rays, he loved you more than how someone is supposed to love you. And even though the first time you ever met Toji was to hook-up with him, you both had become attached to one another. You were deeply under the spell of Toji Fushiguro, and him as well. The passion that came when you both fucked couldn’t be replicated or imitated, nothing topped that. 

That first time turned into a second, which turned into a third, which turned into tens of entrenched fucks. Yet even the last time you both had sex became too much for you. Nothing like the feeling you felt could ever be duplicated or recreated, and so you swore to yourself that intercourse was no longer a thing in your relationship. Since then, the last several months have been filled with kissing and hugging. Nothing more. Nothing less. And no matter what, no matter how bad you wanted him in you, no matter how starved you felt, you couldn’t go through that again. The extremities of that time had changed you.. physically, emotionally, sexually, romantically. When it came to now, you had to resist. But your power could save him, reignite the spark of health that kept him going. This virus was changing him, and even though you couldn’t find the problem, you knew what was the solution.

“Y/N, please… I beg of you… I need you now more than ever.” Was he begging for you? Was he so deep in agony that the roles had switched? You always felt like he had an upper hand on you, a more dominant force on you that made you submit to him, yet could it be that this sudden sickness transformed the dynamic between the both of you? Now he was submitting to you, and this change made you think something different now. You turned to face him, now his head was positioned directly as you. His eyes flickered with a sense of hope, hoping that you’d give him what he wanted, hoping that you could heal him, hoping that you could erase all of his sorrow and replace it with sensuality and sex. 

You inched closer to him, and the words, “I beg of you,” replayed in your head like a broken stereo. You walked closer and closer until you made it onto the position.​ The silk robe that covered you was calling to be ripped off. “Are you sure?,” You said.

“I’ll only beg of you if you genuinely want to. I know I can’t force you…” His cries for your love were that of whimpers from a paining dog. He needed you, and if you didn’t know now, now you did. “I think I do… but this will be the last time…” 

“Is that so?,” He murmured. You couldn’t resist it anymore, and as you moved closer to him, you found yourself kissing him. His lips still tasted the same, even if he didn’t feel or look like it, he was still the Toji you fucked months ago. The Toji you first made love to on this same mattress. The Toji you hadn’t killed. You could taste the relief he felt when you wanted to kiss him now, you could taste the victory in his mouth as he thinks he’s now in heaven, and now, you could feel the release of sexual tension that had been building up for what felt like eons. 

You pull away from his lips and mutter, “I need your help..,” you grabbed your large hand and intentionally placed it on your breast so he could feel it through the silk robe that hugged your body, “with this.”

“Anything for you, mommy..” He slowly untangled the belt that tightened the rope onto your skin, and let the fabric from your shoulders as you stared deep into his soul, waiting for your little slut to finish the job. You can tell he was eager to feel your skin, and once the robe had removed itself from you, he raised his eyes to look deeply into yours. You removed the cloth by pulling off each sleeve and removing it to reveal your nakedness. He could now look at all of the glory your robe had imprisoned. He could now actually grab your breasts, and not from the grip on your hands, but from the smile that he made, you could tell that the sickness was losing it’s grasp onto him. This was the first smile he ever made in days and hours, the first time he could genuinely embrace your body, and he took the opportunity to say.. “You’re so beautiful..”

“Is that so, my dear?” As he nodded, you grabbed him and pressed your lips against the grin plastered against his face. The soft kisses you gave sounded like drops of water dripping onto the floor, and his lips were sweet like candy. Every skin, fiber, and inch of them gave you a rush of euphoria that transcended through your body and gave you life. His love for you was blending with his saliva and you felt all of the love in the world attacking you with juicy liplocks. You released yet again, and feel like the release he let out in your mouth died down as the pleasure you gave him ended. But not just yet. 

“Tell me how beautiful I am..” You slid your hand from his throat, down to his admirables abs, down to the holy grail; his large cock. You traced it like pen writing on paper and once it became erected, you grabbed onto the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pulled them down until you were right at his feet. Not only was he not wearing underwear, but without his pants hiding his glorious dick from you, now you see it in all of it’s glory. You crawled back to your original position, yet instead of sitting up, you went down to suck his cock. “I’m listening…”  

As you put his member into your mouth, your tongue outlined every vein on it and you slowly licked his tip. He began to whimper, yet his moans of arousal didn’t stop him from barely making out his statements. “Y-you’re so fucking beautiful, y-you look like a goddess. Y-you’re the most beautiful.. fuck-” His stutters amused you, and you sucked his dick so you can feel all of the building cells rising increasingly. You imagined his cock as your favorite food, braised in lust and desire. His cock, glazed with your spit, gave him a rush that made his moans louder and more intense than the last one. His heavy breathing, outlined with his satisfying whimpers, made you know that what you were giving to him was the best he was ever going to get. You moaned to signal you enjoyed the taste, and the more you ate of him, the more you accelerated the speed of his release. Drops of pre-cum dripped onto your tongue, and when you pressed it onto the roof of your mouth, it felt like glue the way it stuck. You can feel the tension dripping from his dick right into your mouth as he stopped clenching his thighs and slowly spasmed.

“We’re not just done yet, slut..” You let go out of his cock as he lets out a deep exhale. You get up from the position you were in, slowly moving upwards where he lays on the bed. You meet him at his core and remove his compression shirt, revealing his beautiful abs to you. In excitement, you lick them, feeling upon each bone from the bottom of his stomach to his chest, where you kiss his testicles. “Fuck.. Y/N..” The pitch of his voice heightens as you make love to his core. Moving from the stomach, you graze his throat with your lips and he tremors at the feeling of your gentle kisses. You make sure to feel all of his skin as he presses against your head and lets you peck his throat. 

You unleash yourself from his throat carefully, and he grabs you delicately by your ass, forcing you to let out a soft whimper in elation. “Please..,” he says. His breathing increases even more after you finish kissing him and you find sweat pouring from his forehead as he says to you, “don’t stop fucking me, mommy. I need you; I need to be i-in you.” He wails for your pussy, and sits you on top of his cock, and lets go of you once it’s latched itself in your clit. You let out a moan once it slips, throwing your head in your chest and you wrap your arms around him so you don’t let his dick escape the insides of you. 

You begin to bob on his fat cock, and you notice something; as he’s screaming pure joy the more you thrust on his member, he starts to cry. Real tears. Yet, instead of comforting him, you don’t. Something takes over, a feeling of resentment. Whenever Toji ever made love to you, he always berated you. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Cunt. The words that you wouldn’t dare to call your lover, yet Toji did. It never meant he hated you, but he could tell how it made you feel; the way the walls of your clit would close on his dick, capturing his dick like a net and how it’d squirm and water when you heard him say those things, almost like they were compliments. Now that you were in control, you were going to do the favor.

You released one of your arms from his neck, and proceeded to slap him with it. “Why the fuck are you crying?” You move closer, whilst you’re still bouncing yourself on his dick, so he can hear your voice. “Stop being a fucking pussy.. And act like a man.” You can tell he likes what you’re doing, “I can’t h-help it, you’re so f-fucking beautiful, mommy.” You continue to slap him the more he whimpers. Your hits align with your moans, and you thrust yourself more powerfully onto him. “Fuck! I can’t take.. I can’t…” Before he even finishes his sentence, he ejaculates your hot nut into you. You feel his seed rush through you like adrenaline, and you smile as his cock pulsates into your tight pussy. At this point, both of you are moaning at the same time whilst he’s finishing you. So much nut is shooting from his cock, you’d think he’s bleeding into you. You let go of his member and let for a kiss. Yet, even after he nuts in you, he still wants more. He isn’t worn out just yet. In fact, he’s more alive than before. 

“How do you feel now, baby?” 

“I want.. I-I want more.”

Just as he says this, he moves his head into your chest and starts to lick on your breasts. Toji had always loved the size of your chest. They were big enough to grab with two hands, and every time you fucked, he sucked on your tits like he was a baby. He starts making out with your breasts, moving his tongue along your nipples on to the fat. 

“Ngh~ yes, Toji.. don’t stop, baby.” The more he latches on your breasts, the more he starts to bit into you. You jolt at his harsh bits into your boobs, so much so you orgasm, letting out a loud growl in libidinous, squirting all onto him. You can’t help but tightly grab his hair and release him from your breasts, and you look at all of the blood surrounding his face. Yet, something looks different about him. Toji isn’t the same after you finish, in fact, he changes into a whole new man. Yet, when you look at him, he genuinely was unrecognizable; his eyes now illuminate with a deep red and fangs grow from his teeth, drenched in your crimson milk. You were in awe however, and from the miraculous amount of blood that was drooling from his mouth and the grin plastered across his face, something sparked in you.

“Can you do one last thing for Mommy?” 

“Anything.. Anything you like.” 

You remove yourself from on top of him, sitting right next to him and letting his eyes follow your every movement. You raise your hand above your clit, and trail your finger around your pussy. He understands your motions and quickly gets on top of you, moving towards your clit where he can eat you. You get hold of his head, pushing it into your clit. He starts to eat your pussy, and the strikes of pain turn into rushes of euphoria. “Yes… eat for Mommy.. D-don’t stop..” He eats into you; licking his tongue along your tight clit, grazing his fangs across every fiber of you, and letting out groans the more he feasts on you. In that moment, you judder when you release onto his face and let him absorb the fluids into his mouth.

You let go of his head and rise up to your face, taking you in in your glory. His mouth is leaking with blood and your squirt, and you open wide so that he pours the contents in his mouth into yours. You take in, swallowing every last drop. The glowing in his eyes halt and he returns to what he looked like before; drenched in sweat, hair dripping, tears across his face, blood splattered all over him. He moves in closer to your cheek and leaves you with one last peck. “He whispers into your ear.. All better.

Though you knew something like this would happen, you’re just happy that Toji is back to normal. At least for now.

[6akyubasu]

Toji needs your help . . . (Sub!Toji X Succubus!Y/N)

Word Count ; 2.9K

For the last week, your husband, Toji has felt excruciating pain; a harsh cough, a burning fever, and a persisting migraine. It seems as if nothing works. No medicine, no meal, nothing could take away this suffering.

“How do you feel now?,” you say softly, as you lay beside him in bed.

“Terrible..,” he responds nasally. The congestion in his nose makes his voice show just how dreadful he feels. He could barely move a muscle to cover his mouth while he coughs, and the harshness increases every time he does so. After he finishes, he settles back to the position he last was in. As he lays on your bed frame, you take in his figure; his pale skin appears like a sheet of ice, his muscles look like they’re deflating, and he can’t even open his eyes to stare at the ceiling that he’s facing.

“I’m sorry, my love… I can try and make you something…,” In an effort to please him, you list anything that will supply him with sustenance and strength to feel at least somewhat better, “Tea? Soup? Something hot will help you feel better..,” You notice that what you say doesn’t please him, and regardless of all of the delicious things you may try to feed him, nothing will work.

“Y/N..,” he mutters, “you know the only way to make me feel better is..,”

Before he finishes his sentence, you interrupt him just as he’s about to say something. “Tea? Perfect, I can make you a cup as soon as possible.” You get up out of the king-sized bed you’re both sharing, and stand up to enter the kitchen. Yet he stops you.. 

“Y/N, stop..,” he says. “I’m getting worse by the day.. We’ve tried everything in the book, why won’t you just do it?” Besides being “good” at deflecting, you’re also great at playing dumb.

“What do you mean, Toji? I’ll start the kettle right now.” You say, as you walk across the room for the door, inching closer and closer so that you can end the conversation before he can say.. “Heal me. I’m getting weaker and this pain only multiplies the more you deny me..” 

“Toji… I-..I can’t.” You know that it’s best for him, but you can’t help yourself to do that. You haven’t had sex with Toji in months, and after the events that happened the last time you did so, you planned to not do it for many more. When you and Toji had sex, it was different. It wasn’t just intimacy and bonding, it was as if you were melting into one another. Your entrails became his and vice versa, the beads of sweat that came from the powerful fucking you gave to each other transformed into skin, his large dick fit into you like a third leg, and he embraced you tightly like a bear. It was the best feeling.. And if not for that feeling, it wouldn’t bring out the worst in you. 

Your abilities were meant to kill and drain men so you can sustain your own existence. Every man that came before him had been stricken with energy the moment you’d connected with them, and once you gave in, you deprived them of their life just so you could live. With Toji, that was far from the case.. What he gave you wasn’t just sex, but lust at its finest. He fucked you like a wild beast attacked it’s prey, he touched you like the sun touches your skin when you stand within it’s rays, he loved you more than how someone is supposed to love you. And even though the first time you ever met Toji was to hook-up with him, you both had become attached to one another. You were deeply under the spell of Toji Fushiguro, and him as well. The passion that came when you both fucked couldn’t be replicated or imitated, nothing topped that. 

That first time turned into a second, which turned into a third, which turned into tens of entrenched fucks. Yet even the last time you both had sex became too much for you. Nothing like the feeling you felt could ever be duplicated or recreated, and so you swore to yourself that intercourse was no longer a thing in your relationship. Since then, the last several months have been filled with kissing and hugging. Nothing more. Nothing less. And no matter what, no matter how bad you wanted him in you, no matter how starved you felt, you couldn’t go through that again. The extremities of that time had changed you.. physically, emotionally, sexually, romantically. When it came to now, you had to resist. But your power could save him, reignite the spark of health that kept him going. This virus was changing him, and even though you couldn’t find the problem, you knew what was the solution.

“Y/N, please… I beg of you… I need you now more than ever.” Was he begging for you? Was he so deep in agony that the roles had switched? You always felt like he had an upper hand on you, a more dominant force on you that made you submit to him, yet could it be that this sudden sickness transformed the dynamic between the both of you? Now he was submitting to you, and this change made you think something different now. You turned to face him, now his head was positioned directly as you. His eyes flickered with a sense of hope, hoping that you’d give him what he wanted, hoping that you could heal him, hoping that you could erase all of his sorrow and replace it with sensuality and sex. 

You inched closer to him, and the words, “I beg of you,” replayed in your head like a broken stereo. You walked closer and closer until you made it onto the position.​ The silk robe that covered you was calling to be ripped off. “Are you sure?,” You said.

“I’ll only beg of you if you genuinely want to. I know I can’t force you…” His cries for your love were that of whimpers from a paining dog. He needed you, and if you didn’t know now, now you did. “I think I do… but this will be the last time…” 

“Is that so?,” He murmured. You couldn’t resist it anymore, and as you moved closer to him, you found yourself kissing him. His lips still tasted the same, even if he didn’t feel or look like it, he was still the Toji you fucked months ago. The Toji you first made love to on this same mattress. The Toji you hadn’t killed. You could taste the relief he felt when you wanted to kiss him now, you could taste the victory in his mouth as he thinks he’s now in heaven, and now, you could feel the release of sexual tension that had been building up for what felt like eons. 

You pull away from his lips and mutter, “I need your help..,” you grabbed your large hand and intentionally placed it on your breast so he could feel it through the silk robe that hugged your body, “with this.”

“Anything for you, mommy..” He slowly untangled the belt that tightened the rope onto your skin, and let the fabric from your shoulders as you stared deep into his soul, waiting for your little slut to finish the job. You can tell he was eager to feel your skin, and once the robe had removed itself from you, he raised his eyes to look deeply into yours. You removed the cloth by pulling off each sleeve and removing it to reveal your nakedness. He could now look at all of the glory your robe had imprisoned. He could now actually grab your breasts, and not from the grip on your hands, but from the smile that he made, you could tell that the sickness was losing it’s grasp onto him. This was the first smile he ever made in days and hours, the first time he could genuinely embrace your body, and he took the opportunity to say.. “You’re so beautiful..”

“Is that so, my dear?” As he nodded, you grabbed him and pressed your lips against the grin plastered against his face. The soft kisses you gave sounded like drops of water dripping onto the floor, and his lips were sweet like candy. Every skin, fiber, and inch of them gave you a rush of euphoria that transcended through your body and gave you life. His love for you was blending with his saliva and you felt all of the love in the world attacking you with juicy liplocks. You released yet again, and feel like the release he let out in your mouth died down as the pleasure you gave him ended. But not just yet. 

“Tell me how beautiful I am..” You slid your hand from his throat, down to his admirables abs, down to the holy grail; his large cock. You traced it like pen writing on paper and once it became erected, you grabbed onto the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pulled them down until you were right at his feet. Not only was he not wearing underwear, but without his pants hiding his glorious dick from you, now you see it in all of it’s glory. You crawled back to your original position, yet instead of sitting up, you went down to suck his cock. “I’m listening…”  

As you put his member into your mouth, your tongue outlined every vein on it and you slowly licked his tip. He began to whimper, yet his moans of arousal didn’t stop him from barely making out his statements. “Y-you’re so fucking beautiful, y-you look like a goddess. Y-you’re the most beautiful.. fuck-” His stutters amused you, and you sucked his dick so you can feel all of the building cells rising increasingly. You imagined his cock as your favorite food, braised in lust and desire. His cock, glazed with your spit, gave him a rush that made his moans louder and more intense than the last one. His heavy breathing, outlined with his satisfying whimpers, made you know that what you were giving to him was the best he was ever going to get. You moaned to signal you enjoyed the taste, and the more you ate of him, the more you accelerated the speed of his release. Drops of pre-cum dripped onto your tongue, and when you pressed it onto the roof of your mouth, it felt like glue the way it stuck. You can feel the tension dripping from his dick right into your mouth as he stopped clenching his thighs and slowly spasmed.

“We’re not just done yet, slut..” You let go out of his cock as he lets out a deep exhale. You get up from the position you were in, slowly moving upwards where he lays on the bed. You meet him at his core and remove his compression shirt, revealing his beautiful abs to you. In excitement, you lick them, feeling upon each bone from the bottom of his stomach to his chest, where you kiss his testicles. “Fuck.. Y/N..” The pitch of his voice heightens as you make love to his core. Moving from the stomach, you graze his throat with your lips and he tremors at the feeling of your gentle kisses. You make sure to feel all of his skin as he presses against your head and lets you peck his throat. 

You unleash yourself from his throat carefully, and he grabs you delicately by your ass, forcing you to let out a soft whimper in elation. “Please..,” he says. His breathing increases even more after you finish kissing him and you find sweat pouring from his forehead as he says to you, “don’t stop fucking me, mommy. I need you; I need to be i-in you.” He wails for your pussy, and sits you on top of his cock, and lets go of you once it’s latched itself in your clit. You let out a moan once it slips, throwing your head in your chest and you wrap your arms around him so you don’t let his dick escape the insides of you. 

You begin to bob on his fat cock, and you notice something; as he’s screaming pure joy the more you thrust on his member, he starts to cry. Real tears. Yet, instead of comforting him, you don’t. Something takes over, a feeling of resentment. Whenever Toji ever made love to you, he always berated you. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Cunt. The words that you wouldn’t dare to call your lover, yet Toji did. It never meant he hated you, but he could tell how it made you feel; the way the walls of your clit would close on his dick, capturing his dick like a net and how it’d squirm and water when you heard him say those things, almost like they were compliments. Now that you were in control, you were going to do the favor.

You released one of your arms from his neck, and proceeded to slap him with it. “Why the fuck are you crying?” You move closer, whilst you’re still bouncing yourself on his dick, so he can hear your voice. “Stop being a fucking pussy.. And act like a man.” You can tell he likes what you’re doing, “I can’t h-help it, you’re so f-fucking beautiful, mommy.” You continue to slap him the more he whimpers. Your hits align with your moans, and you thrust yourself more powerfully onto him. “Fuck! I can’t take.. I can’t…” Before he even finishes his sentence, he busts your hot nut into you. You feel his seed rush through you like adrenaline, and you smile as his cock pulsates into your tight pussy. At this point, both of you are moaning at the same time whilst he’s finishing you. So much nut is shooting from his cock, you’d think he’s bleeding into you. You let go of his member and let for a kiss. Yet, even after he nuts in you, he still wants more. He isn’t worn out just yet. In fact, he’s more alive than before. 

“How do you feel now, baby?” 

“I want.. I-I want more.”

Just as he says this, he moves his head into your chest and starts to lick on your breasts. Toji had always loved the size of your chest. They were big enough to grab with two hands, and every time you fucked, he sucked on your tits like he was a baby. He starts making out with your breasts, moving his tongue along your nipples on to the fat. 

“Ngh~ yes, Toji.. don’t stop, baby.” The more he latches on your breasts, the more he starts to bit into you. You jolt at his harsh bits into your boobs, so much so you orgasm, letting out a loud growl in libidinous, squirting all onto him. You can’t help but tightly grab his hair and release him from your breasts, and you look at all of the blood surrounding his face. Yet, something looks different about him. Toji isn’t the same after you finish, in fact, he changes into a whole new man. Yet, when you look at him, he genuinely was unrecognizable; his eyes now illuminate with a deep red and fangs grow from his teeth, drenched in your crimson milk. You were in awe however, and from the miraculous amount of blood that was drooling from his mouth and the grin plastered across his face, something sparked in you.

“Can you do one last thing for Mommy?” 

“Anything.. Anything you like.” 

You remove yourself from on top of him, sitting right next to him and letting his eyes follow your every movement. You raise your hand above your clit, and trail your finger around your pussy. He understands your motions and quickly gets on top of you, moving towards your clit where he can eat you. You get hold of his head, pushing it into your clit. He starts to eat your pussy, and the strikes of pain turn into rushes of euphoria. “Yes… eat for Mommy.. D-don’t stop..” He eats into you; licking his tongue along your tight clit, grazing his fangs across every fiber of you, and letting out groans the more he feasts on you. In that moment, you judder when you release onto his face and let him absorb the fluids into his mouth.

You let go of his head and rise up to your face, taking you in in your glory. His mouth is leaking with blood and your squirt, and you open wide so that he pours the contents in his mouth into yours. You take in, swallowing every last drop. The glowing in his eyes halt and he returns to what he looked like before; drenched in sweat, hair dripping, tears across his face, blood splattered all over him. He moves in closer to your cheek and leaves you with one last peck. “He whispers into your ear.. All better.

Though you knew something like this would happen, you’re just happy that Toji is back to normal. At least for now.