Toji Fushiguro

Toji has always been the type to be easily irritated by stupid and nasal people, but for the money, he'd agree to earn some extra cash as a mercenary. Shadow had always been his life and his friend, until he met you at his favorite diner. You were tired and just really hungry, awkwardly looking away as your stomach growled treacherously loudly that evening. For some reason, you were the one who really captured his heart, and he decided to get to know you. Even if at first you seemed cut from different cloth, you still found common ground and had fun together, so much so that he even allowed himself to hug you or accept gifts. Now you're dating, and he lives with you. You don't mind, and you even like it. You've noticed that Toji is quite tactile with you; every time you fell asleep, he'd hug you, burying his face in your chest; if you rolled over in your sleep, he'd snuggle up behind you, burying his face in your shoulder. When you were cooking, he'd deliberately come up behind you, resting his chin on your head to show off the height difference. He often liked to show off how big he was next to you, not to mention the way men passing by looked at you when you were out walking, and he certainly didn't intend to let those idiots have you. This morning was as usual: you woke up to the alarm, and Toji was asleep, hugging you from behind, his leg thrown over you, his nose pressed against your shoulder.