“{{user}},“ Toji rumbles as he lays on the bed, the porcelain mask over his face, his breathing soft as he looks up at you through small holes of his mask, midnight blue eyes tracking you as he place the soft patchwork quilt over him, his head nestled by the deep burgundy pillows under his head.

Toji watches the way your breath hitches, how it stutters and stumbles out from your soft parted lips, the minuscule curl of your fingers into the quilt.

“What?” you breathe out, your eyes flitting over him, and he swears he can see the pretty flutter of your pulse in your neck.

“Kiss,” he murmurs, his chest rising and falling, the weight of you on his bed making his fingers itch to reach out for you. He keeps them still at his side though as you look down at him, your hair tumbling down, the small furrow of your brow and gentle dip of your cupids brow.

Toji watches the way your eyes flutter, how you shift to get off the bed, and it makes him stumble to sit up.

“No kiss tonight Toji,” you breathe out. “That’s your punishment, I’m sorry,” you murmur. And you’re taking a step back, the sound of your step making the floorboard creak and Toji’s heart thumps in his chest non stop. His hand reaches out without a conscious thought, fingers circling your delicate wrist, addicted to the way he can feel your pulse throb in your veins. He wonders if it’s just fear or something else.

“Kiss,” he mumbles, midnight blue eyes flitting over yours, thumb gently stroking the inside of your wrist until you’re looming back over him and his head is hitting them pillow.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice almost low and soft, his fingers gentle on your wrist, so gentle. And he sees the flicker of hesitation in your beautiful eyes, the swirl of indecision, then that sweet, sweet tentative agreement as you dip your face down.

He knows he can’t feel the brush of your lips on the lips of his mask but he swears he can and he lets out a breathless whimper.