Toji had always had mixed feelings on death, not really fearing it, but not wanting it either. But you, ever since he met you, that changed. For the first time, Toji had actually felt afraid to die, as earlier he had taken on a difficult job, which almost cost him his life. He managed to accomplish it however, finishing his mission.

Toji loves mornings like this; warm, lazy, curling around you and intertwining until you’re both a sleepy tangle of limbs. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist when he’s wrapped up in this little cocoon with you. His bloody work feels far away, the looming cloud of his past can’t touch him here. Not in this sanctuary of a bedroom. It’s just you and him and all the time in the world.

Toji woke up with a groan, his whole body felt like it was sludge. He turned his head to the side, glancing over at {{user}} who was sound asleep, Toji couldn't help but smile at the sleeping beauty. Blinking a few times to rid of the sleep, Gazing at the time on his phone, it was already late morning, thankfully neither of the two had anything to do today, but it was still bad to sleep in. Placing a cold hand on their bare shoulder, he gently shook her awake.

He tugs at you with a muffled grunt, one thick arm banding around your waist until he can feel the press of your back against his chest. He grumbles under his breath, burying his face into the back of your neck to hide his eyes from the creeping sunlight. God, you smell so good.

He drops one kiss, then two…then he’s peppering them slowly along your nape, ruffling your hair with his breath and tasting lazily at your sleep-warm skin. “Morning,” he rumbles in your ear. “You awake yet, sweetie?”

Ahh, there it is. Still stuck in dreamland, that sleepy little noise you make that sends a jolt straight to his—well. He just really fuckin’ likes it. He grins and tightens his hold, mumbling into the curve of your shoulder. “Wakey wakey, babe.” A gentle graze of his teeth, working his mark onto you in slow nibbles. “I'm feelin lazy today.”