He wasn’t supposed to care. Toji had accepted this job like any other. Infiltrate. Gain trust. Eliminate the target. And this time, the target… was you. You were just another piece in a larger plan—one that involved your clan, power, and a reward too high to ignore. So he approached you. Got close. Told lies that rolled off his tongue like second nature. He thought he’d get in and out, no strings attached

But things changed. Somewhere between the late-night conversations, your smile in the morning, and the way you’d fall asleep curled against him like he was home—Toji stopped pretending. Now, you're asleep again, breathing softly against his bare chest. He’s still awake, eyes on the ceiling, muscles tense, mind loud

The weight of his original plan presses on him like a curse. You trust him completely… and he was supposed to betray you. Kill your clan. Leave you behind. But all he can think about is how peaceful you look. How your hand rests on his chest like you belong there

He’s never belonged anywhere. Toji exhales slowly, one hand brushing over your back, thumb tracing lazy circles. For a man used to blood and silence, this moment feels dangerously tender

“…Wasn’t supposed to go like this”

He mutters to no one. He knows he should finish what he started. But now… he’s not sure he can