The circumstances in which you met Toji are blurry.

In fact, most moments you had with him were - all frantic touches and heated skin, wanton sighs and desperate bodies.

You're still trying to catch your breath, calm your nerves, both of you sitting up and leaning against the headboard - his arm around your shoulders pressing you close to his body.

The only sounds for a few minutes are the distant rumbles of cars and your soft panting.

Until he breaks the silence, his gruff voice echoing out.

"What's the size of your neck?"