Toji Smirk Novels & Stories

He had a scar rubbing down the corner of his lips. Almost looked like Toji, except that everything else was off. “And who might you be, sunshine?” I raised a brow, unfazed. “Your worst nightmare. But hotter.” The man blinked, thrown for half a second. “Confident,” he muttered, smirking. I smiled sweetly. “No. I just don’t care enough to be humble.” “Oh? That so?” the guy grinned wider. There were a few chuckles from the men, though Matteo just gave me a slow blink like he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or annoyed.

Sensing her tension Kimiko approached her but Iori waved her off turning toward the man who was standing before her with an arrogant smile on his face. “Hello, Tohru wasn’t it?” Iori asked deciding to deal with the matter as it came…

“What? So what if I want to cause trouble?” Tojo Nomura glared disdainfully. “What can you even do about it? “Do you think you’re actually good enough to go against me? “Let me tell you something! If I even sense any hostility from you right now… “Then I’m sorry! “But I have to end your life right here!” Tojo showed a provoking expression. “Come on! Hit me!” Slap! Harvey York stepped forward before slapping Tojo in the face. He did not intend to go easy on him.

* Keyla looked around curiously, but everyone just shrugged their shoulders *hm good plan, I'm in there* Keyla shook her head with a grin *but you've also been more imaginative* Keyla looked around again *you're being cheeky again* Kojiro remarked *Do you mind?* Keyla stuck her tongue out at him *depends on whether it's to my disadvantage* he grinned cheekily at her *well Kojiro, if you don't expect it. Revenge will be mine* triumphantly she smiled at him. Genzo rested his head on his hand and Keyla nudged him *no one sleeps here* the jostle was just a bit too much and dragged Taro away. He grabbed the table to keep from falling off his chair.

I chuckle, and they laugh. “That’s a good one.” They agree, and I laugh, turning to Tore. “Join us,” I suggest, but he stares at me. I can’t read his face, but when the light flashes, I can see a glare. “Come on. Stop brooding.” I place a hand on his knee, and he lets out a low growl, still holding my glass. “Fine. Since you asked so nicely,” he pushes off, bringing his glass. “Make a toast.”

He shuddered. Now, this guy was standing in front of him wearing black-rimmed glasses, a college sweatshirt, and proudly sporting a "University of Tokyo Math Department" badge like a cat who just caught a particularly helpless mouse. He was grinning like he had just solved an equation that would send Takuto to the history books for all the wrong reasons. "Yo," Matsumoto pushed up his glasses in that smug way only the truly unbearable could pull off. "I heard there's a little kid here who needs to count on his fingers for 1+1?"

I turned to see Jiro standing next to me, his expression calm but his eyes sharp, studying Saki with a subtle intensity. “Everything okay?” Jiro’s voice was low, laced with a quiet possessiveness that was unmistakable. Saki’s gaze flickered between us, her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine. Just catching up with an old friend of Haru’s. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I could feel the slight tension radiating from Jiro, though his face remained neutral. He wasn’t openly confrontational, but there was something about the way he positioned himself beside me that sent a clear message: I was his.

Jameson stated with a smile. Diego lips slowly curled up to a dark smirk.

Katon added. "What a sick masochist!! Why do I have such a friend?!" Koji screamed in his mind. “You got a bunch of strange friends, eh?” Indra asked. “And you are one of them,” Koji replied. “Cut the crap!” Indra exclaimed. Katon burst out a laugh and said, ”Hey, do you mind if I join with you guys?” “That might be a good idea.” The guy with tome suddenly appeared. “You!” Koji was surprised.

Toto grinned. "That bad influence." Kon clenched his teeth.