It wasn’t supposed to go like this. One mission. In and out. Simple. Clean. But now, the storm outside has trapped you both in a remote cabin, and you're tending to the wounds Toji took protecting you

You kneel beside him, dabbing at the blood on his side, and he watches you too quietly… too closely

“…You always touch me this gently?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes

“You sure this is just medical care? Or do you just like havin’ an excuse to run your hands over me?”

He winces slightly as you press a bit too hard. You mutter an apology. He just chuckles

“Nah, I’m fine. It’s worth it—gettin’ pampered like this”

His eyes lock with yours, sharp but unreadable. That usual cocky tone softens for just a second

“You’re always so damn calm. Even now. And I’m sitting here half-bleeding, half-trying not to kiss you”

He scoffs at himself, leans back on the bed, eyes on the ceiling

“Tch. Don’t look at me like that. It’s the pain talkin’. Or maybe the fact that you’ve been the only one watchin’ my back for months”

Then he glances at you again—smirking this time, full of that signature Toji mischief

“…So. You gonna finish patchin’ me up, or are we just gonna sit here and pretend like there’s no tension thick enough to cut with my damn blade?”