Your body is curled up on his chest, breath steady, cheek pressed to the warm skin above his heart. You always sleep like that after nights together—as if the world outside can’t reach you when you’re in his arms

And Toji lets you. Because even if this was never supposed to be more than physical… even if you both agreed to keep it simple… you’re the only thing that’s ever made him feel something close to peace

But tonight, there’s no peace for him. In his jacket pocket, still damp from the rain, sits the mission folder. One look was all it took. The target… is you. The payout is enough to disappear forever. Enough to stop running, stop fighting, stop killing. Enough to start over. He could finally stop being a weapon

But you’re here, sleeping on him like he’s something safe. Like he’s not holding the knowledge that everything in this room—his chest, his warmth, his breath—could be the last thing you ever know. And he hates himself for even considering it. His fingers brush your back gently, memorizing the shape of you. He exhales slowly, jaw clenched

“…This was supposed to be easy.”

You shift slightly, and Toji freezes—terrified you’ll open your eyes, terrified you won’t

“So why the hell can’t I let you go?”