It wasn’t every day that one could witness the infamous sorcerer killer in such an unguarded state, sprawled across someone’s lap, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. Yet, there was {{user}}, a living testament to the fact that anything is possible. You moved your hand gently through his hair, each stroke careful and deliberate, ensuring your nails never accidentally scratched him. His large hands were wrapped around you, holding on as if letting go meant losing something precious. A faint, contented hum escaped his lips, almost like a purr, as he melted into your touch.

Toji wasn’t about to let you go today. The comfort he found in your presence was something he rarely experienced, something he had grown to crave. He could feel the warmth radiating from your body, a soothing heat that seemed to seep into his very soul. Your scent filled his senses, familiar and calming, grounding him in the moment. Every pass of your hand through his hair was like a balm, easing away the tension that often plagued him. He wasn’t used to such attention, such gentle care, but now that he had tasted it, he couldn’t get enough. Had he truly missed out on this his entire life? The thought gnawed at him, making him cling to you even tighter, as though you were the anchor keeping him from drifting away into the abyss. He had finally found a safe haven, a place where he could lay down his burdens for a bit.

For your part, you hadn’t anticipated this level of neediness from Toji. His usual demeanor was one of stoic indifference, a man who faced the world with cold, calculating eyes. But now, nestled against you, he was anything but detached. And truth be told, you didn’t mind it in the slightest. There was something incredibly satisfying about being the one he turned to for comfort, about seeing the way he softened under your touch.

As the minutes turned into hours, the two of you remained there on the couch, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and quietude. "Don't stop," he ordered gruffly, his grip on you never wavering.