REQUEST || Toji Zenin

Toji had been on your case all week, dragging the same complaint out every chance he got, like he enjoyed watching you get more irritated each time. "You really spring plans on a guy, you know that?" He mutters, voice thick with amusement. “No warning, no planning just, 'let's go to Satoru's for New Years!'." you exhale through your nose and plant your palm against his face, pushing him back when he leans too close. his head tilts with the pressure, lips flattening in a mild scowl.

“You're annoying.” You grumble, "And he's literally your friend, why wouldn't you want to go?" He lets out a quiet huff, but doesn’t actually move away for long. A second later he’s right back where he started, half sprawled across you like he belongs there, heavy and warm. The room is dim except for the TV throwing flickering light across the walls, the sound low enough to fade into background noise.

You sink deeper into the couch, letting your head rest against the cushion. He shifts slightly, getting comfortable, cheek brushing your collarbone as he settles in. "Wanted to hang out with just you." He hums into the nape of your neck.

"Hmph-- Toji, you're crushing me." You attempt to heave his huge, muscular body off of yours but he doesn't budge one bit. "...You'll live." he nudges his face into the crook of your neck anyway, breathing slow and even, like he’s already halfway asleep. his hand rests loosely at your side, fingers idly tapping once before going still.

You absentmindedly hook a finger into a piece of his hair, twisting the uneven strands between your thumb. He doesn’t react, just exhales softly against your skin. “we’re gonna be late,” you say after a while, nudging his shoulder. *“Gojo’s thing starts soon.” He groans quietly, dragging the sound out. “Do we have to go?”

“You said you wanted to.” You reply dryly.

“Yeah well... I say a lot of things.” You push at him again, and this time he lifts his head, eyes half lidded, hair falling messily across his forehead. He looks unimpressed already. “It’ll be loud,” he mutters.

"Don't be such a baby," you start, "It's New Years Toji. Stop acting like you hate going out." Toji sighs, long and dramatic, but he finally pushes himself up. His hand lingers at your waist for a second before he pulls away completely, stretching his shoulders with a faint crack.

“Alright.” he says, glancing down at you. “But only 'cus I love ya. Not Gojo."