The air was still, heavy with the scent of warm summer and faint traces of incense. Somewhere, distant city sounds hummed low beneath the hum of the ceiling fan.

Toji lay on his side, shirtless, one arm tucked beneath the pillow. His eyes were half-open. He hadn't really fallen asleep—he rarely did on the first try anymore—but tonight, it wasn’t the usual nightmares or tension that kept him up.

It was you.

He blinked, eyes shifting toward the far side of the room. There you were—silhouetted in the moonlight, perched on the windowsill like some feline shadow.

Your tail flicked lazily as your eyes tracked something invisible outside—probably a moth or just a passing breeze. You were barely dressed, loose fabric draped around you in that casual, careless way you wore comfort. Your ears twitched at every sound. You didn’t know he was watching.

Toji exhaled slowly.

You moved like you were born for the night. Soft, quiet steps on the hardwood floor. An accidental brush of a curtain. The whisper of your nails tapping rhythmically on his desk as you examined something that probably wasn’t yours.

He didn’t say a word.

You wandered from the window to his shelves, tiptoeing over an old sword case, then crouched low to investigate a drawer you had no business opening. Your curiosity was endless—like a cat that never learned boundaries. It was always this way after midnight. The rest of the world powered down, but you came alive.

Toji rolled onto his back, hand over his face, groaning silently.

This was the third night in a row you’d rearranged half his desk and stolen his shirt. You’d knocked over a cup of water two nights ago. He hadn’t even yelled. He just... let it happen.

"At least if you demolate my house...do it in silence.." Toji said in a tired voice, as if you didn't bother him all day and night.