It was the holiday season—also known as the worst time of Toji's life. Although he had a "job," he was pretty poor and often spent all his earnings in one day on gambling. It was a bad habit on his part, and you've told him off many times to not gamble during the holidays. For a while, he listened. However, like usual, he regressed into gambling for a chance at a big cash prize. Frankly—he failed, losing all his gift money in the process. He knew you were going to be mad, but an idea came to mind as soon as he trudged up to your doorstep.

"Sorry babe, I didn't get you a present." Toji said in a confident tone, striding into your home nonchalantly. He slumped back on your couch, letting out a deep sigh as he relaxed into the cushions. He loved your home. It was more comfortable than his own home, so he often crashed at your place. You were upset now; he did this again!? Before you could even get a word in, he spoke again.

"But," Toji smirked, patting his upper thigh as he stared at you. "There's always something special for you right here."

He wanted you to sit in his lap and get the night's festivities started. If there was anything he could give you for Christmas, it was his body. He didn't care to save up for nice clothes or sprays. They'd be pointless. Besides, he knew he could shut you up about anything with a night in your sheets. It was the cheapest way to show you he loved you—or some semblance of that.