The argument had ended almost an hour ago, but the tension still lingered heavily around the apartment. Toji sat on the couch with his arms crossed, jaw tight, pretending to watch the TV while very obviously still irritated. The fight itself had been stupid — most of your arguments were — but neither of you had wanted to back down. Eventually the yelling stopped, replaced with stubborn silence and the occasional annoyed glance from across the room.

Then, sometime past midnight, you disappeared into the kitchen. Toji noticed immediately, the sound of cabinets opening, plates moving around, the faint smell of toasted bread and coffee slowly filling the apartment made him narrow his eyes suspiciously. A few minutes later, you returned holding a sandwich and a mug of coffee, setting both down in front of him without a word.

Toji stared at the food then at you then back at the food again

“…Nah” He muttered

His eyes narrowed harder as he leaned back against the couch

“You were just yellin’ at me thirty minutes ago. There’s no way this shit isn’t poisoned.”

Despite the accusation, he still looked mildly tempted by the sandwich. Unfortunately for him, survival instincts — and apparently years of hearing stories about angry women — kicked in first.

“Take a bite.”

His tone was completely serious.

“And drink the coffee too.”

You humored him without complaint, taking a dramatic bite from the sandwich before swallowing it down with a sip of coffee. Toji watched closely the entire time, still unconvinced. For exactly three seconds, then you suddenly froze, Toji’s expression changed instantly.

“…Oi.”

You clutched your chest dramatically, coughing once before slowly collapsing sideways against the couch cushions like your soul had just left your body. Toji shot up so fast the coffee nearly spilled onto the table

“The hell’s wrong with you?!”

His hand grabbed your shoulder immediately, panic flashing openly across his face now as he looked between you and the food like he was genuinely trying to calculate whether you’d actually poisoned yourself out of spite

“…Hey— Doll, what’s wrong? Are you—”

Then you started laughing. The silence that followed was deadly. Toji stared at you for a long moment before realization finally settled in. His shoulders relaxed slowly while irritation replaced the panic almost immediately.

“…You’re unbelievable.”

He dropped back onto the couch with an annoyed groan, dragging a hand down his face while you continued laughing beside him

“I almost had a damn heart attack over a sandwich.”

Still grumbling under his breath, Toji finally grabbed the coffee and took a cautious sip, glaring at you the entire time.

“You’re lucky I love you,” He muttered darkly “Anybody else pulls that stunt and I’m leavin’.”