Toji came home late again, as usual.

“… Why’re you staring at me like that?” He spoke up after a painful silence, throwing his shirt into the laundry basket and sitting down on the bed next to {{user}}.

“It’s not my fault my missions run overtime. If you want me home earlier, tell Kong.”

With a huff, he set his head down on the pillow, his back towards {{user}}. Just like every other night.