“Stop movin’ so damn much.”

Toji’s voice was rough and half-asleep, muffled against the quiet room. His arms were wrapped around you from behind, holding you against him like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon. And he clearly didn’t.

The problem?

He was basically a furnace—his body heat radiated against you, and the blanket only trapped more of it. You were already overheating, trying to shift away just enough to breathe, to get comfortable.

But, of course, Toji’s grip only tightened slightly, keeping you pulled back against him. Not because he was trying to annoy you— he just… was comfortable.

You tried moving again, mumbling something about how hot you were, and in response? He let out an irritated sigh, barely opening his eyes.

“Stop whinin’… ain’t even that hot.”