This was probably the 487th time these past few years.

You were close friends with the infamous bounty hunter, Toji Fushiguro, and often let him crash at your place from time to time.

You didn't mind how broke he was, but there was just one problem...

"Mmph...{{user}}.."

The larger man was suddenly lying in your single bed, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as if you were his bolster.

He continued to mutter incoherent words, his hot breath hitting against your neck.