𐙚⋆.˚𝐀 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦; 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 ⋆.˚𐙚
lali's note!! (this drabble is cheesier than i wanted it to be so apologies in advance :p . also, reader is kinda poc, i mentioned :not explicitly: like once or twice only tho. and song recc!!)
there's something about toji that stirs his heart into your home.
something about him that caresses your fragile words with a hint of 'i love yous' and 'thank yous'.
feeling akin to sifting fingers within warm wool in withering winter.
akin to touching stars between your fingers.
you're reading a book avidly, skimming about pages with your husband laying his head by your chest. and despite his vague interest in such novels you shrug him into reciting with you, he can't help but delve himself into your imagination, reading of dialogues that make of the stories together.
of having read countless times the book 'wuthering heights', this time, toji quietlu listens to you, feeling the tips of your fingers weave a soothing rhyme to his heart.
he lays by your chest, droopy gaze finding solace in the endless words you read to him like a baby. fingers threading among his dark locks, you feel his breaths.
autumn has touched her feet among the skies, kissing every corner with quite rattles of the foreboding of winter.
"be with me always," you read, tone desperate to claw at the emotions of each syllable, "- take any form - drive me mad!" you trace your fingers by his jaw, feeling the stubble thats grown slightly, eyes dancing about his own. by now, you've memorised each dialogue of the book, as you sing it to him while you set the book aside, "only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!" he looks up at you, eyes dim from the scant lighting of your room, yet spry with such sparkles, he torches your heart with his sun. "it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!" you whisper to his chuckle.
you're selfish when it comes to feeling loved. he knows that. he is too. and if he isn't as desperate, he's far more than you.
he can't help but fall again.
in love again. so utterly, madly, carelessly, childishly in love again.
so helplessly, recklessly, selfishly, as he pulls your lips to his.
then, for a moment, he stays still. takes in your scent, memorizes your warmth kissing against his own. for a moment, he feels your heart beat in sync with his. he's falling by your side.
"jiji," you whisper, laying cheek to cheek with him as he mushes into your affection.
"hey," he replies, turning his head to kiss you on your cheek.
"what do you want for dinner?" you turn to him, that your lips are lingering perilously away from his.
"let me take you out tonight," he whispers, mingling his lips to your own in a form of peck.
"we're tight on money this month, honey," you peck him once more, an impish smile flairing by your cheeks.
"don't worry about the budget tonight," he pecks your lips, like periods to his replies.
"you gave up on gambling, you're finally earning loyally," you peck, "don't–"
"what's the point of earning, if i can't let you rest for a while." he doesn't peck, and for a moment, you almost frown. but he pulls your lips in an indulgent kiss.
you're taken with a sprinkle of shock, but you give in anyway. tasting his lips, his breath, everything that makes of him.
he has to lift you away from him, to dive into your sultry gaze and swim away from everything he's ever become.
"i love you," you must've whispered.
"i love you too," he must've replied.
then he slips away from the bed, gently as your eyes trail him. he takes one of his shirts out and green cargos, and avidly, you watch him in scrutiny. next, he moves to your closet, a small almirah containing your clothes.
he has to peek for a moment, deciding what you'd look good in today. and a meek dress hand sewn by you catches his eye.
its flowy, like the smiles you cannot contain that draw by your lips.
he's so ridiculously brawny, that when he takes your dress into his palsmy, it looks so tiny, despite it being not.
with that, you two get ready.
the food was delicious.
albiet not as fancy and extravagant as toji would've loved it to be for you, it was homely.
you and him hold hands, his awfully big hands grasping onto your own, making your palm feel so dainty against his. (no, you're not dainty, he's just too brawny)
the skies have a coat of woolen gray clouds that hug away the stars. not a single speck of starlight or moonlight slips through them, but its oddly comforting.
the concrete under your sandals is damp, air a little misty from the vague invitation of rain.
"i'm so full," you pat your belly playfully, and toji has to bite away the stupid grin that urges to form by his lips.
and then, when you're around a more secluded part of the road, where the flickering streetlights don't kiss away the dark, toji holds you by your waist.
you chuckle away the fluster heating beneath your skin. and through your chuckle, the clouds dance away.
a glint of moonlight falls against your skin, giving it just the right bronze glimmer that toji can never get enough of.
"you're shivering," he breathes.
"not. i'm jus' really happy right now." a grin. you tend to the shiver that has rattled it's home within your happiness in the form of adrenaline. he kisses you, kisses you again.
and as you pull away, twirling around, holding his hand as the road falls quiet of its crowd, you feel him smile.
one you've memorised countless times till you no longer have to look at him to know about the crease pulling by the corner of his lips.
he holds you by your waist, moulding himself into your impish shenanigans. the way you hold his hands, twirl around again as if dancing to the sky.
a frosty drop of water clinks against your eyes making you flinch, sliding away from your skin as if melting cocoa.
"it's raining!" you laugh.
you're taken by surprise, but you indulge within the feeling anyway.
he has to take a moment to settle your sight into his mind in such a way that it becomes a tattoo to his brain.
the rain falls, and falls again till you and your husband are drowned within the pattering drops of water.
you look at him with squinted eyes, water trailing by the corner of your gaze. and for once, you wonder if you've ever fallen so desperately in love before. because as he grins with every wrinkle of his skin, you melt, akin to the water pouring by your skin.
and it all feels so stagnant, that you urge to never let this moment cease.
to grasp him between your fingers and selfishly dissolve into him.
he picks you up amidst your trance, and a small yelp leaves your throat, legs dangling as he spins you around in his arms.
you laugh heartily, hand perilously holding his shoulder, water flowing over the crevices of your skin. toji guffaws, finding himself syncing within your hearty laughs you splay out so vulnerably to him.
wet hair sticks to your nape, your forehead as water trails across your body, sputtering every drop from you and wringing it out to the road.
"you'll catch a cold," he yells amidst his pointless laughs that dissolves to a grin again, putting you down on the road. amidst the heavy rain, red lights from someones approaching car scatter through the drops.
and in an immediate motion, toji grabs you by your waist and pulls you back, till your hitting his chest and adrenaline is running across your veins.
through all of this, when you listen to the thunder brawling beneath toji's ribs, you're reminded that despite any showers of cold, he'd still melt away your winters.
he sighs, grin still there like a mark of relief that he caught you in time.
you're quick to leave his side, and intriguied, he let's you hold his hand.
with an impish glint in your gaze, you jump against the nearest puddle, dirty water splashing everywhere on you as toji has to flinch away from your shenanigans.
you do it again, and again, and again, till you feel his laughs tattoo itself against your memory.
a memory you're sure you're never letting go of.
and then, he's joining you, jumping once in the puddle. yet, when he jumps, you're sure he's emptied the entire pit as the water just sways everywhere.
it makes you laugh, and it's so infectious that he has to adopt it too.
he crouches in front of you, both of your clothes pulling with the falling drops of water.
"we'll reach home faster like this." he tells you, gesturing his hand towards himself so you'd climb on. he just wants to feel your warmth against his skin.
"we'll slip and fall!" you laugh, finding your voice abd skin already drenched, yet albiet your words, you cling against his back.
with a smile, you accept his offer.
his scent is there. gripping to his skin like a memory as his brawny hands lock you close to him.
he isn't wearing any cologne, but the faint scent of his deodorant and a mix of rain fills your senses, withering your touch of reality into his grasp as you melt away.
and there he goes, laughing like a baby again.
you grip onto his damp shirt, grin tattooed against your lips as you snuggle within his skin.
he's walking-running-ish now, not fast to be called a sprint but not slow to be labled a walk. just enough for the rain to cut away from you both.
and within minutes, you're standing by your apartment's doormat, dripping profousely as toji wrings his shirt.
he turns to you, and sees you already grinning at him. so he can't help but oick you up in a bridal carry, to the laundry room as he sits you by the dryer.
"we're wet," you whisper, cheeks cold as water trails to your calves.
he says nothing, yet his nothings always say everything as his lips linger by your own.
he kisses you, a fragile peck as he takes your dress off and throws it in the dryer.
he tells you you can shower first, but you avidly shake your head.
"let's shower together," you tell him, a smile kissing your cheeks.
and he doesn't bite away the grin forming at his skin, for when you're both clean and in a drier and warmer set of pyjamas, he can't help but surrender to your comforting touch lacing by his hair, snuggling into his skin. he never liked rains, but for once, he wishes it rains again.
it's still raining outside, and toji has to look at you, if he's ever been so content with life. right now, if he believes in God, he's thanking Him.
he's sure, he'll fall in love with you even more, and sure there's no end to it.
there's something about toji, that entwines between your fingers and pets your hair till you're drifting to sleep.
something about him, that makes you feel as if home only exists into his embrace
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