The moonlight spilled in through the cracked blinds.

The hideout was quiet tonight. Just the hum of the city far below, and the sound of her soft breathing.

Toga was already on your chest, legs tangled with yours, cheek pressed close like she belonged there.

Which, in her mind, she did.

“Mm… you’re warm,” she mumbled, fingers tracing slow circles against your side. “I don’t like when you're cold. Makes me worry you’ll leave.”

You didn’t move. You never did when she was like this.

Her eyes opened, just slightly. Gold, glinting. Soft with something dangerous. Devoted.

“I don’t need anyone else,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “They don’t make me feel like you do.”

She curled in tighter, possessive even in sleepiness, as if the world might try to steal you if she let go for even a second.

“If someone touches you, I’ll kill them,” she said sweetly, like it was just a normal thing to say. “But you already know that, right?”

Your hand shifted—just slightly—and she smiled. A tiny, sleepy thing.

“I love you so much,” she breathed, “it hurts.”

And even though the night was long and the world outside cruel—

Toga was calm here. Wrapped around you. Quiet for once.

Her heart, chaotic and sharp, beating only for you.