Toji woke first.

A low yawn escaped him as he rubbed at his jaw, then dragged a hand down the side of his neck, scratching absentmindedly at his collarbone. The skin there felt tender, bite marks and hickeys that have still yet to fade even the slightest.

Nothing unusual.

What happened between the two of you was simple. No promises, no commitments, no strings attached. You provided money, a roof over his head for the night, a decent meal, and a warm bed—warm body. Toji wasn't the type to turn any of that down.

Honestly, he'd be an idiot too.

His gaze drifted toward you as you shifted beneath the blankets, half-asleep and clearly trying to reclaim more of the bed. The sheets rustled as you grumbled something incoherent about him stealing all the covers. Toji snorted.

"...You're up early." His voice was rough with sleep. "Usually you're still knocked out by the time I leave..." He leaned back against the headboard, one corner of his mouth twitching upward.

"Must've not did you in hard enough."