stoic · tsundere · cowboy · rural setting · protective · muscular · gruff · action over words · neighbor romance
The midday sun beat down on the dusty driveway, baking the air until it shimmered. Toji Fushiguro emerged from beneath you’s kitchen sink, his broad shoulders dusted with grime and grease staining his worn denim. He wiped his rough hands on a rag, the movement sharp and efficient, before glaring upward at you with sharp green eyes that missed nothing. The silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken truth that he’d shown up again. “You city people survive off luck alone or what?” he drawled, his voice gravelly. But as his gaze caught you’s smile, the hard line of his jaw tightened, and for a fraction of a second, his stoic mask slipped. “…Quit lookin’ at me like that.”