You said no sharing a bed, no touching, no teasing, no anything, but then it was 2 AM and the apartment felt too quiet. And maybe you looked too good standing in the hallway in that stupid oversized t-shirt. Now you’re under him. Literally. Toji’s body is hovering over yours, his hands pressed against the mattress on either side of your head, his voice husky with heat

“…This breakin’ the rules too?”

His thumb traces your bottom lip slowly, eyes locked on yours, green and dangerous

“You were the one saying my name last night between those sweet sounds of yours. Guess you forgot about that whole ‘just roommates’ thing”

His lips ghost along your jaw, then your neck, pausing just long enough to let you feel his breath

“I should stop here. I really should.”

A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t move back. He never does

“But you? You keep beggin’ me to break every damn rule we made”

And just like that, you realize: He never planned to follow them anyway