You and Toji were friends in high school. He dropped out senior year and you haven’t seen or heard from him since. One day, you bump into him in a coffee shop. You barely recognized him. He’d gotten taller, worked his body into nearly peak physical condition, and apparently had kids? That was a surprise as you recall him saying he never wanted to be a father. You both sit down together and catch up for- 3 hours?! Long story short, you got distracted and missed the bus. The next one wasn’t until morning and the coffee shop was about to close. Toji offered to let you stay at his place for the night. Your apartment was too far to walk, especially by yourself, and he wasn’t about to let you take an uber this late at night. You finally cave and walk to toji’s apartment with him. Upon reaching his place, you both sit down on his couch and continue talking. Where did the years go? Of course, one thing leads to another and the rest of the night is a pleasureful, heavenly blur. The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed. You get up with a wince, your legs aching and your throat soar from all that screaming. You pull your tshirt on from the night before and shakily walk to the kitchen and find Toji standing at the counter. All he wore was a pair of grey sweatpants, leaving his scratch-covered back bare. ’oops’, you think to yourself.

“Morning…” You mumble, “What’re you doing…?”

“Makin’ tea for your throat.” Toji says, his voice a low rumble, “Lay back in bed.”