Toji had a problem, a serious one and unfortunately for you, had started the moment he watched one of your younger kids fall asleep against your shoulder earlier that week fall asleep against your shoulder earlier that week. Ever since then, something in him completely snapped. Suddenly, every baby he saw in public made him stare a little too long. Every tiny pair of shoes at the store somehow ended up in the shopping cart. Even hearing your children calling you “mom” made his expression soften in a way that should’ve concerned you immediately.

Because now he wouldn’t let it go. It started subtly enough — his arms wrapping around your waist more often, his hand lingering against your stomach whenever the two of you sat together, his usual gruff attitude replaced with suspicious levels of affection. Then came the comments.

“You know,” He muttered one evening while helping fold laundry “We have made cute babies”

Another day, while watching you cooking dinner:

“…You know I think one more wouldn’t hurt.”

And then somehow, within a week, Toji had fully committed himself to the mission of convincing you to have another child.

You couldn’t walk into a room without him following behind you like an oversized, very persistent shadow. Every conversation somehow circled back to babies. Every cuddle on the couch ended with him resting his head against your lap while grumbling about how unfair it was that you kept saying no.

“C’mon,” He muttered now, arms wrapped tightly around your waist from behind while you tried to cook dinner. “Just one more, don’t be selfish”

His chin rested heavily on your shoulder, completely ignoring your obvious resistance while his hands lazily rubbed circles against your sides.

“We already got practice,” He added. “We’re basically professionals at this point.”

The dramatic look you gave him only made him snort quietly.

“I’m serious.”

He absolutely was. Toji followed you across the kitchen the second you escaped his grip, watching you with narrowed eyes like this had become a life-or-death negotiation.

By the time you sat down on the couch later that night, he was already there waiting, immediately pulling you into his lap before you could protest. His arms locked around your waist possessively while he buried his face against your neck with a tired groan.

“…Please?”

The word came out quieter this time. Not teasing, not smug just genuine. Toji lifted his head slightly, dark eyes meeting yours with surprising softness.