FUSHIGURO TOJI is a strange man.
As you look at the man holding you in a vice grip, arms circled around your waist like you were something he had to fight to keep, you find it hard to believe almost an hour ago Toji Fushiguro was on his feet, in his element, both hands holding tight to the cursed weapons he put all his money into as a bloodied mess that once walked and talked lay in front of him. You find it even harder to connect the image of the elusive sorcerer killer to this overgrown puppy snuggling further into your chest, cheek lying soft against your beating heart. If you had half a mind to tease him, youโd say he slept there just to cop a feel.
But no, that wasnโt it. Even after you tell him he can take what youโre wiling to give, heโs only ever wanted to take what little he could. Like he was scared that asking for more than lying with you on the couch would make you dissolve from his hands. He had suggested as much, jaw clenched as he tells you that you have to be careful to not give everything to him.
โI might hurt youโ He had never sounded so soft, large calloused hands gently in yours with his thumb running circles on your palm. โI.. I donโt know howโta doโ how to be soft. with you. I might take some time.โ Your expression makes him falter, the dark room casting shadows to shade his weary eyes. Neither of you brought it up after.
That moment feels like a lifetime ago, as Toji shifts on your chest with a hefty sigh, his huge chest grumbling against your lower abdomen. You bring a hand up to stroke the back of his head and he makes a noise of acknowledgement, not a โKeep going.โ but a โYouโre hereโ, As nonchalant as he could possibly be. You shake your head in fondness, โStupid ass. Youโre awake, arenโt you?โ A grunt and the pressing of his weight against you is all you get, Toji receiving a smack on the back in return. โStop itโ asshole, youโre going to crush me to death.โ The soft snickers against your chest makes you feel like youโre about to get dutch oven-ed or something tonight and has you silently preparing your counterattack. To think he was just slaughtering someone in a back alley an hour ago. To think you and him were at each otherโs throats a year ago.
To think two years ago, Toji Fushiguro wasnโt even a blip in your mind, and (Y/N)(L/N) wasnโt even a drop in the well of Tojiโs perception. How grateful you are for the passing of time, as it brought you a few steps closer to being here with him now.
โโฆโ You close your eyes, content as you drift off to memories of hollow green eyes filling with purpose.
โ.. Ya fell asleep with me on top of you? Maybe you got some sort of restriction too, babeโฆ a restriction that makes you โn me perfect for each other or something.โ in the darkness of sleep the feeling of lips against yours registers. โSleep good. Love you.โ