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my man my man my mannnn.

drunk tell tales, toji fushiguro

toji hated it when you went out.

not because he didn't want you to have any fun, but because you always had too much fun.

it was no surprise when you'd drunk called your husband telling him to pick you up from the club before you ended up in a pointless fight. but much to toji's expectancy, you were indeed drunk out your mind sitting on the curb with your legs crossed and hands cuffed behind your back as you waited for him to arrive.

when you heard him tell the officers that he was there for you, you hiccuped out a, "you're not my man."

toji rolled his eyes as the officers uncuffed you and handed you back your belongings. he looked like he had just crawled out of bed, and he looked good. with curls dropping over his face and a gold chain adorning his light grey tracksuit, you surely let your eyes wander. "let's go babe."

"no. i don't go home with strangers," you proudly state as you pulled out your phone to call your husband. "you better leave me alone or else my husband will deal with you," you leaned in to whisper the last part, "he kills people, ya know."

"figures," toji rolled his eyes, pretending to be scared. you were such a brat. "call him then."

with a sassy shake of your head, you hold your phone to your ear as you wait for your husband to pick up the phone. you were too dunk to even realize that the man before you's phone had rung loudly as he picked it up.

"toji, baby don't be mad," you begin, turning your back to the supposed stranger. "i kinda got arrested at the club and this man keeps trying to take me home. what if he kidnaps me, baby?"

"you know i won't let that happen princess," toji speaks into the phone, going along with your silly game. "what is the man wearing?"

"don't get mad, but he look a lil good," you frown into the phone. your mind was spinning a thousand miles per hour. "he wearing grey joggers, a white tee and a gold chain under it. and he has a bunch of tattoos like yours. he looks like a slut if i may. that's not you."

toji can't help but chuckle at your last words. you look so cute whispering into the phone with your back turned to him. he was never letting you drink whatever the fuck you indulged in tonight again.

finally deciding that you've had enough torture, toji says, "turn around mama. it's me."

with a furrow of your eyebrows you see toji staring down at you with his usual hooded lids that practically said he wanted to fuck you every day. but you still had to be sure.

"when's my birthday?" you question the man in front of you with crossed arms. toji tells you your birth date, and shows you the ink on his body to prove it, the one he knew all too well. but that wasn't enough for you. "when is my anniversary date?"

toji smiles lightly as he recites the day you two shared your vows to one another during your private wedding ceremony just seven years ago. he then lifts up his curls to show you the red ink of the same date printed by the name of his neck. “proof enough ya fuckin’ brat?” he teased.

with a grin, you jump into his arms and kiss his lips repeatedly. "hi baby."

toji pats your ass and holds you steady against his giant figure. "don't think you gettin off too easy. i'mma deal with your drunk ass when we get home." he says against your nose. “and you better not run from that shit either. let’s go.”

and to his dismay, you definitely did get your drunk ass dealt with when you got home.