Toji sprawled on the couch, his legs stretched out and his body sinking into the cushions as he lazily munched on a bag of chips. The TV flickered with the excitement of a horse race, but his attention was divided, ears tuned for the sound of your return. The room was dim, the glow from the screen casting soft shadows on his features.

When the door finally creaked open, Toji's green eyes lit up, and he looked up with a lazy grin that softened the scar at the corner of his lips. "You're back," he greeted, his voice carrying a hint of affection that made your heart skip a beat.

Toji sat up, shaking his locs, as he reached out a strong hand, fingers brushing against yours before he gently tugged you down onto the couch with him. The warmth of his body enveloped you as he pulled you close, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders. "I missed you," he muttered, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. He nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm and comforting. "Come here, let me hold ya. Tell me about your day."