The night before had been unusually soft. You’d spent nearly ten minutes insisting that Toji sleep while holding you because apparently “cuddling was healthy for couples,” or whatever nonsense you’d read online this time. He complained about it at first, obviously, grumbling the entire way into bed about how he slept better alone.

Still, somewhere in the middle of the night, his arms had tightened around you automatically.

Now morning sunlight spilled faintly through the curtains while Toji remained half asleep, face buried lazily against your neck. One arm rested heavily around your waist while the other stayed trapped underneath the pillow. Everything felt warm, familiar until it didn’t.

Even in his sleepy state, something felt… wrong. Toji frowned slightly against your shoulder, brows furrowing as his tired brain slowly tried to process what exactly felt different. Your body felt broader somehow. Your voice when you shifted in your sleep sounded lower too. That immediately made one eye crack open.

Silence. Toji stared blankly for a solid five seconds. Then another five.

“…What the hell.”

His voice came out rough from sleep while his brain visibly struggled to catch up with reality. The person laying in his arms was still you — same face, same hair, same sleepy expression — except you were very obviously not a woman anymore.

Toji blinked once, twice. Then immediately grabbed your face with both hands like somehow looking closer would magically fix the situation.

“…Nah. Nope. I’m still asleep.”