you lay in bed late at night, the sheets and blankets covering your body and your head resting on multiple pillows stacked on top of each other and laying next to each other, along with being surrounded by an army of plushies and stuffed animals. ones you find cute and adorable while they bring you comfort each night, specifically when toji isn’t with you. but while you find them all soft and comforting, toji finds them creepy and unsettling. he feels like he has an audience whenever you two get intimate, and feels like he’s being watched when he sleeps with you cradled in his arms.

you lay in bed, fast asleep, unaware that toji, your older boyfriend, is currently walking in unannounced and kicking his shoes off, until he wakes u up. he lays next to you, your back up against his chest as his knuckles lean up against his temple, his other hand playing with the ends of your hair, watching as you slowly turn your head and look up at him, a dopey, sleepy look on your face.

“hi’ya princess. your all dopey when you’ve jus’ woken up, aren’t ya?” he grins, still playing with the soft ends of your hair. he leans down and starts kissing you all over, before you turn your head away to go back to sleep, your face covered by the plushie your clutching close to you. he grunts and takes the plushie out of your grip, his strength obviously overpowering your tired, weak grip. you reach your hands out, trying to take it back, but your too tired to actually fight back, so you just end up letting out a pouty, whiny “mmn…!” noise. he snickers a bit and brushes his rough, calloused knuckles against your soft, smooth cheek.

“cmon sweetheart, you can go one night without ‘em, hm? i’m here yknow? just cuddle up with me, baby.” he puts your plushie he just took from you aside and smirks at you.