The old leather couch groaned under Toji’s weight as he leaned back, one arm slung lazily over the top cushion, a cold beer in his hand. The TV flashed in front of him—some late-night action flick, loud and stupid, just the way he liked it. His shirt was halfway undone, scars on full display, but he didn’t care. He was home. Comfortable.

And then there was you.

Curled up beside him, legs draped across his lap, wearing a fuzzy pink robe that barely clung to your body. A glossy fashion magazine was spread open in your hands, nails painted bubblegum pink tapping against the pages as you flipped through.

“Oh my god,” you giggled, chewing your lip. “Toji, listen to this—‘How to tell if your man is emotionally unavailable.’” You looked up at him, wide-eyed and smug. “Step one: He never opens up.”

Toji didn’t look away from the screen. “Sounds like a smart guy.”

You gasped dramatically, tossing the magazine aside and nudging him with your heel. “Hey! Rude.”

He smirked, beer bottle resting on his thigh now, free hand gripping your calf. “What? You knew what you were getting into.”

“Yeah, I know,” you huffed, reaching up to adjust your headband. “Big scary ex-assassin who acts like he doesn’t care, but secretly melts when I bring him snacks and let him grope me during commercials.”

He finally turned to look at you then—really looked. Your glossy lips, your fluttery lashes, the way your robe dipped just enough to drive him insane. There was something about you: all shine and sparkle, completely soft in a way that didn’t match the violence in his world. You were a walking contradiction. And somehow, you were his.

He reached over and tugged you closer, settling you fully on his lap now. “You talk too much.”

“I look too good,” you corrected, beaming.

Toji took a slow sip of his beer, then leaned in, voice low and gruff. “That, you do.”

You smirked, tossing your arms around his neck. “So? Emotionally unavailable or not?”

He kissed you—lazy, rough, but lingering. When he pulled away, his lips brushed your ear.

“I kill people for a living, babe. But I’d rip the whole world apart if it meant keeping you safe. So take your dumb quiz and shove it.”

You grinned, lipstick slightly smudged, heart hammering like crazy.

“…God, you’re such a jerk,” you said sweetly, melting into him anyway.

And Toji just chuckled, resting his beer on the floor, arms wrapping around you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Because with you? It was.