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Toji is a damn big guy. Standing at about 6’2, naturally physically gifted and a frequent visitor of the local gym - every part of him screams strength and power. You’re no pushover, but you’re not Toji. You went to the gym with him sometimes but you never worked out together - you did your own things and neither of you wanted to get in the other’s way, but you’d arrive and leave together. It was nice.
You supposed that’s why it took him so off guard.
You’d been in the kitchen together, just messing around. When he’d walked in, you’d been in the freezer looking for your leftovers. Of course, being bent over anywhere in your shared apartment was an occupational hazard because that meant your ass was open to being slapped. It was unintentional when his slapping of your ass made you smack your head against the edge of the fridge door because you’d jumped in surprise, but it hurt like a bitch all the same.
He’d darted backwards immediately in anticipation for you spinning around and hitting him back, but then had hesitated and attempted to lean forward to help you when he heard you hit the fridge. You still reached around to smack the side of his head with an open palm, but managed to miscalculate and slap him. Toji’s head turned, mouth falling open to bark a surprised laugh. You cursed and went to straighten up so you could shake off the pain and apologise. Except, he leaned forward to double over, hands on his knees, and his shoulder collided with your side and made you stumble, almost falling over.
Naturally, that only made him laugh harder. So, you had only one option in your mind. The man is a damn hazard.
So, you finally stabilised yourself, and wrapped your arms around him. Toji opened his mouth to make a comment that was promptly cut off when you lifted him up, and onto the kitchen counter.
There was a moment where neither of you spoke, just staring at each other in silence.
“Did you jus-”
“Pick you up? Yeah.”
Another moment of silence.
Toji stared at you intensely, eyes slightly wide and lips just slightly parted. He’d not realised you were strong enough for that, you didn’t look it. You turned back to the freezer, finally grabbing the leftovers you’d been looking for originally.
His eyes followed your every movement as you went about reheating and dishing up the food you’d grabbed. You could feel his gaze like a weight on you, tracing over every inch of you as you moved around the space. If he’d told you he hadn’t even blinked you wouldn’t have been surprised.
When you turned back around, Toji had at least finally closed his mouth.
“What?” You asked him, pushing a fork full of food between your lips.
“Do it again.” His words seemed to surprise him just as much as you, but you’d never been one to deny Toji something he wanted. He so rarely actually asked you for anything after all (he preferred to take and ask later, or demand). So you set down your plate and padded over to where you’d left him. You stepped between his thighs, then reached down and lifted him into your arms. His legs wrapped around you, palms on your shoulders as he stared down at you.
“Happy?”
“So it wasn’t even a fluke.” He muttered. With that look on his face, you’d have thought you’d grown a second head.
“No, I’m just strong enough to lift you, ‘ji.”
His lips met yours before you even had time to process that he’d moved. The kiss was hungry, it was Toji devouring you and this new knowledge he’d unlocked. You shifted one of your hands to grip his ass, and if you’d not heard it yourself you never would’ve believed it - but he moaned. Toji’s fingers tightened on your shoulders, keeping you close, tongue parting your lips to slip inside and tangle with yours.
“You into this then?” You couldn’t help teasing when you briefly parted to breathe.
“Apparently.” He muttered in reply, to which you laughed. Though, that was quickly silenced by another feverish kiss.