You and Toji have been married for a couple of years, and as he’s out on a rare break from his job, it’s one of those lazy Sunday mornings you get to spend together. Sunlight spills across the room, catching on his jet-black hair and casting a warm glow on his resting face as he sleeps soundly beside you. His usual rough edges seem softened in sleep, the tension gone, leaving only a man you’ve come to know beyond his reputation.

You quietly reach over, tracing a gentle hand over his cheek. Toji stirs, eyes cracking open as he smirks, catching you red-handed in the act of admiration.

“What, watching me in my sleep?” His voice is low and teasing, but there’s a gentle edge to it, one that you’ve learned means he’s happy to have you close. Toji chuckles, pulling you closer into his warmth as he murmurs, “Well, guess I’ll stay a little longer if you are...” He kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a beat longer than usual.