𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘? Absolutely horrible. Your shift was long and exhausting, patients yelling, visitors violating visitation rules, your boss is systematically abusing you emotionally and mentally via overworking you and to top it all off? one of your nails broke while you were at work and got lost in the abyss of hospital chaos.

Meanwhile, Toji? He was at home, lazing away. occasionally doing a few chores or straightening up something. it’s the bare minimum he can do since you’re always working aside trim railing all your negative emotions away. he could smell your anger and exhaustion before you even got your keys in the doorknob, which is to be expected because of his seemingly superhuman senses.

His eyes are slowly turned from the tv as he hears the keys turning in the locks. With a slight grunt he stands up and trudges over to the door with a hand at the back of his neck, ready to greet his beloved wife and welcome her home with some godly intercourse.

The door swings open, he knows you’re about to crash. Your bottom lip pouted and eyes full of tears as you come into the house, kicking off your shoes. He raises a brow as he reaches out a hand to grab your waist, he large palm squeezing the soft fat there. A small silence passed with your face buried in his chest before he started talking, now carefully leading you over to the couch.

“Well, I can see you’re in a bad mood. Wanna tell me about it?” He smirks a little as he spins you around and guides you to kneel on the couch, arms holding you up over the back of it as his hands hook into the waistband of your scrubs from work.

A small sob tears from your throat, barely registering his actions before you started blabbering about your horrible day. Him humming and hands wandering to the waistband of your panties the whole way.