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toji x mamaguro/reader ΰ»κ°ΰΎΰ½²γ£βΈβΈβΈ κ±ΰΎΰ½²ΰ§§
warm hands, warmer hearts βπ
"you're gonna spill," you warned, glancing at toji as he carried two steaming mugs of hot chocolate to the couch.
"relax, sweetheart. i've got this," he said, though his big hands looked hilariously out of place holding your favorite pastel mugs.
he handed you yoursβa mug with tiny clouds on it, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. tojiβs own had far fewer toppings; he always said the extras were "too much," but you knew he secretly liked stealing bites of yours.
settling beside you, he stretched out, draping his arm along the back of the couch. "so, what are we watching?"
βkikiβs delivery service,β you said, pressing play before he could object.
βugh, that kid movie again?β he grumbled, but you caught the tiny smile tugging at his lips.
βyou liked it last time,β you teased, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. βyou even said jiji reminded you of megumi when he was a baby.β
toji rolled his eyes but didnβt deny it. instead, he gently nudged your knee with his. βjust donβt start crying during the flying scenes like last time, crybaby.β
βi didnβt cry,β you shot back, but your voice wavered slightly.
βsure you didnβt,β he teased, smirking as he leaned over to steal a marshmallow from your mug.
βhey!β
he chuckled, looking annoyingly pleased with himself. βcalm down. you can have one of mine.β
βyours doesnβt have marshmallows,β you pouted, narrowing your eyes.
βexactly.β
despite the banter, he grabbed a blanket from the armrest and draped it over both of you, his hand finding yours beneath the fabric. his palm was warm, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of your hand.
βthere,β he said softly. βnow stop whining and watch your movie.β
you leaned into his side, the sound of the movie blending with the steady rhythm of his breathing.
βyouβre such a softie,β you whispered.
βyeah, yeah,β he muttered, but the way his fingers tightened around yours told you everything you needed to know.