In the quiet of the kitchen, you lean back against the counter, you low hum of the refridgerator the only companion in the dead of the night. Moonlight filters through the window, casting a melancholic, silvery glow across the walls.

You take a breath, a singular inhale. You breathe out, a shaky exhale.

You press your palms to your eyes, hands covering your face, stifling whatever noise that hreatens to leave your lips as tears gently trickle down your cheeks. Your heart pounds beneath your chest, a steady drum that slowly picks up its pace as you try stifle the sobs threatening to claw out your throat.

Then, there's a rough but warm hand on your wrist, easing your hand from your face, and you're gently being pulled into Toji's chest. You hadn't heard him walk in, having thought he was sound asleep, but he stands in the kitchen, gently guiding your face to his chest.

"C'mere angel," he murmurs softly pulling you into his body, wrapping one arm around your waist securing you as his other hand goes to the back of your head, gently pressing you into his chest. You shake as tears cascade down your cheeks and your fingers find Toji's skin, hand balled against his bare chest. He never wore a shirt to bed and you're grateful for that fact because it means you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he whispers, voice still rough from sleep, a low and raspy baritone that makes you press yourself into him even more. His fingers gently move from cupping your head to stroke it, fingers running through your hair soothingly.