There were rules when you and Toji moved in together: No sharing a bed. No walking around half-dressed. No flirting. And definitely no catching feelings. So why is his arm around your waist right now? Why is your head tucked beneath his chin, tangled up in his warmth like this is the most natural thing in the world?

The morning sun barely filters through the blinds when he speaks, voice low, rough with sleep… and smug as hell

“…Thought we said no sleeping together”

A lazy chuckle vibrates through his chest

“Pretty sure that was rule number one”

He shifts a little, the sheets rustling as his hand slides up your back like he’s not planning to move anytime soon

“But you’re warm. Comfortable too. Not my fault the couch sucks”

Another pause. You feel his lips brush the top of your head, like an accident

“…Besides, you’re the one who climbed in, remember?”

A grin you can hear in his tone now

“You keep breakin’ the rules, doll. Gotta start keepin’ track”