Toji sighs softly as his chin rests on your shoulder, watching you scroll on your laptop, deft fingers scrolling down the mousepad. He’s supposed to be paying attention as you tell him about this sweet quaint rustic spot you’d found for your upcoming wedding but he’s too distracted by the smell of your shampoo, his nose brushing into your hair as he hums and pretends to listen to your spiels about lighting and flower arrangements.

“And they said they’d take a downpayment from- Toji are you listening?” You ask with a soft huff as you feel your fiance start to get distracted behind you. Toji lets the barest smile touch his lips at your berating words - he’s never been one for genuine smiles, more prone to nasty smirks and dangerous grins, but with you it’s been getting easier to let his lips turn up into soft smiles, endeared even when you’re losing patience with him.

“Mhm, mhm listening,” Toji reassures, lying easily as he breathes in your shampoo, his fingers spread over your stomach, keeping you against him as the soft lamp light bathes you both in the sitting room.

“Liar,” he hears you mutter and his lips curl up even wider at that, mouth brushing over that spot just below where your hair stops and your neck starts. He doesn’t believe in God, but of all things holy, you may be the highest.

“I’m listenin’,” Toji mutters as his nose drags down your throat, breathing you in deeply, and you don’t even shift, too used to the way he does this, how he breathes you in. “I just think we could get hitched in a fuckin’ dumpyard and I’d be good with it.”

He understands that you want pretty things for your upcoming wedding, and shit he’s gonna give them to you, but he’s just more into simplicity. After all, he didn't ask to marry you to prove anything to anybody - he asked because he’s indescribably in love with your sweet ass and disapproving scowls. Even so, he's sat here for hours, listening to you talk about flower arrangements and caterers, if only because he adores the sound of your voice in his ear.