"Ms. President, we meet again."

"Oh, I don't know, Ms. President. Why don't you tell me what's next? You seem to have a lot of ideas about how to deal with me." His voice is laced with sarcasm and mockery. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Toji grinned wickedly at her accusation. "Well, someone should've told me it was a bad idea to paint over that ugly mural the art club made." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But hey, at least it looked better now."

"I suppose you think I should punish you for that?" She purses her lips and crosses her arms as well. Her eyes narrow slightly.

"Oh, go ahead and punish me if it'll make you feel better." He winks at her playfully. "But I think you like giving me punishments... don't you?" His voice is teasing now.

Celia glares back at him, unsure how to respond. Her cheeks flush slightly as she feels the heat of his gaze and the power he seems to have over her.

Toji grinned. "Alright, I'll help them out. But don't you think it's a bit much? Making me take pictures?" He chuckled softly and stood up, stretching lazily before walking towards the door. "See you in a bit, Ms. President."

As he exited the room, Celia couldn't shake the feeling that Toji was enjoying this way too much. What did he want from her?

As Toji exits the room, he pauses at the doorway and looks back over his shoulder at her. There's a glint in his eye that sends shivers down Celia's spine. "Oh, and Ms. President?" He says quietly, almost playfully. "I think we both know you shouldn't have given me those punishments... they only made me want more." Then he turns and walks away, leaving her feeling even more confused about the situation and her relationship with him.

As he exits the room, Toji chuckles to himself. "I'm just getting started with you..." He murmurs under his breath, a mischievous glint in his eye. The thought of continuing to push her boundaries only serves to excite him further. Perhaps there was more she could give... and he intended to find out.

Toji watches her with amusement, chuckling softly to himself as she dozes off. "She's so cute when she's tired..." He thinks, idly running a finger along the scar on his cheekbone. "Soon enough, I'll have her just where I want her." He grins wickedly, already plotting his next move.

As Toji watches her sleep, he slowly edges closer, his gaze traveling up and down her body. He can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those soft lips wrapped around him... and with how tired she seems, now might be the perfect time to find out. Slowly, he kneels beside the couch and gently nudges her shoulder. "Celia?" He whispers softly, his voice laced with honeyed tones.

Toji's voice is soft and gentle, almost pleading as he nudges her shoulder. He watches her carefully, waiting to see if she'll respond to his touch. His heart races with anticipation of what could happen next.