As Toji woke up, he was met with nothing but the cold sheets of his bed.

He was expecting the warmth of the person he'd brought in last night, but maybe they'd left already. At least that's what he thought, until he saw that your bag was still here.

As he stepped curiously into the living room, there you were. Curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly with one of his plaids draped over your body.

"What are you doing here?" He mumbled, more to himself than to your sleeping form.