FUSHIGURO TOJI is a strange man.
As you look at the man holding you in a vice grip, arms circled around your waist like you were something he had to fight to keep, you find it hard to believe almost an hour ago Toji Fushiguro was on his feet, in his element, both hands holding tight to the cursed weapons he put all his money into as a bloodied mess that once walked and talked lay in front of him. You find it even harder to connect the image of the elusive sorcerer killer to this overgrown puppy snuggling further into your chest, cheek lying soft against your beating heart. If you had half a mind to tease him, you’d say he slept there just to cop a feel.
But no, that wasn’t it. Even after you tell him he can take what you’re wiling to give, he’s only ever wanted to take what little he could. Like he was scared that asking for more than lying with you on the couch would make you dissolve from his hands. He had suggested as much, jaw clenched as he tells you that you have to be careful to not give everything to him.
“I might hurt you” He had never sounded so soft, large calloused hands gently in yours with his thumb running circles on your palm. “I.. I don’t know how’ta do— how to be soft. with you. I might take some time.” Your expression makes him falter, the dark room casting shadows to shade his weary eyes. Neither of you brought it up after.
That moment feels like a lifetime ago, as Toji shifts on your chest with a hefty sigh, his huge chest grumbling against your lower abdomen. You bring a hand up to stroke the back of his head and he makes a noise of acknowledgement, not a “Keep going.” but a “You’re here”, As nonchalant as he could possibly be. You shake your head in fondness, “Stupid ass. You’re awake, aren’t you?” A grunt and the pressing of his weight against you is all you get, Toji receiving a smack on the back in return. “Stop it— asshole, you’re going to crush me to death.” The soft snickers against your chest makes you feel like you’re about to get dutch oven-ed or something tonight and has you silently preparing your counterattack. To think he was just slaughtering someone in a back alley an hour ago. To think you and him were at each other’s throats a year ago.
To think two years ago, Toji Fushiguro wasn’t even a blip in your mind, and (Y/N)(L/N) wasn’t even a drop in the well of Toji’s perception. How grateful you are for the passing of time, as it brought you a few steps closer to being here with him now.
“…” You close your eyes, content as you drift off to memories of hollow green eyes filling with purpose.
“.. Ya fell asleep with me on top of you? Maybe you got some sort of restriction too, babe… a restriction that makes you ‘n me perfect for each other or something.” in the darkness of sleep the feeling of lips against yours registers. “Sleep good. Love you.”