Toji was a harsh man. Tough, cold, stoic sometimes even rough. But he cared about you, and had his own way of showing appreciation after a… particularly long night.

“Makin’ tea for your throat” He grumbled softly, the metal tea spoon softly clinked against the mug as the liquid brewed.

“Lay back down.” Toji didn’t have to turn around to know you were already getting up.