It was extremely late at night, crickets chirping and moonlight beaming into the curtains when you hear the knock and the gruff voice outside your window. The voice you'd heard a thousand times, the voice you'd never get tired of:

“Babe. Open up.”

Toji's large body barely squeezes through the space in the window you crack open for him (after some convincing on his end) and while you’re happy to see him, he still had this habit of just sneaking in unwarranted.

“Toji, you know how my parents feel about you…” you mumble. They’d be less than thrilled to see him, especially like this.

He brushed your concerns away with a scoff. "Too damn bad. Wanted t'see you, so here I am."