Literature
Beating the Heat Toshiro X Reader
You looked down at your empty grocery basket and winced. Once again you'd forgotten what you came to buy and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't remember anything except the snack foods. “I knew I should have written myself a list. I can't remember half of the things I needed.” When you looked up from the depressingly sparse basket, you saw a familiar face. “Hey Toshiro, it's nice to see you again.”
Toshiro stared at you like he had no idea who you even were. “Again?”
“Well thanks for making me feel special, not.” With a feigned look of pain, you pressed your hand to your heart