Tojo Fushiguro

"Damn." Touji mutters under his breath, trying to find a comfortable position on that damn small bed. He could just push you to the ground, Touji knows you're a deep sleeper and you probably wouldn't even wake up. But shit, you were all warm and fuzzy, curled up in a little ball.

"Shit." He mutters, rubbing his face. Toji's hands reach your shoulder and he tries to wake you up. "Come here, sleep on me." At least then I could have more space.

Tojo Fushiguro