[Big Spoon, Little Spoon]
If it’s one thing you were insistent on, it was being the big spoon.
Every time you and your boyfriend cuddled, you always made sure to be the one to wrap him into your legs and arms, stroking his hair and laying kisses on the top lf his head.
And he loved it. Toji loved the feeling on his head and neck getting a massage every time he came home from work. It was what he craved, that small bit of comfort and reassurance of love.
But sometimes it got frustrating. He wanted to be the one to hold you. To be the one to make a comforting cocoon for what he knew to be a stressful day for you. But despite stress, despite exhaustion, and even despite unsteady times between the two of you, you were always there, whether it be on the sofa or bed, ready to have him lay on your chest and give comfort.
At first he found it endearing, how this cute girl was always ready to become a place of rest for him. However, now he was wondering if it was him. Did you not want to be in his arms? Did you not want to be comforted by him specifically? Did he smell? Or did you just not want to be coddled by someone who did the job that he did?
He knew you knew what he did for a living. But none of you explicitly said it. Maybe that was why you always chose to be the big spoon. Because you knew the stress he went through every time he disappeared for a few days, only to come back with a grin and a pocket full of money he wanted to spend on you with some nice dinner.
This time you were to be the one to disappear, though. He wasn’t worried. You were just working. Getting up extremely early and coming back home late. Not to mention with chores (that he helped out with as well, since he was home for the time being) and the time it took for you to bathe properly and eat, you were barely getting enough sleep.
For almost the whole week, you worked overtime. And when the weekend finally, finally arrived, you couldn’t have been happier.
You managed to come home early that night, but still later than your regular work day. Toji was out, doing what you had no clue. So you sent him a text before going into the bathroom and scrubbing away the dirt and grime that you gained from the day.
As soon as you were done, you practically threw yourself onto the sofa with some food. Checking your phone, you saw that Toji had sent you a text saying that he went out grocery shopping, and would be home soon.
You sighed, before turning on the TV and catching up on a show while eating your dinner.
By the time Toji arrived back home, you were nearly asleep, stomach filled and tired from the relentless week of work. When he set down the bags, he walked towards you.
He climbed onto the sofa, already settling into your open arms. You woke up when he walked into the kitchen, and watched him with hopeful eyes that he would settle into your arms.
“Hi, my love.” Oh how he loved the sound of your voice.
He grunted, “hey. Work let ya out a bit early?”
You scritched his hair as he settled onto you. “Mm yeah a bit. I wanted to come home a bit early today.”
He noticed that your voice was soft, begging to stop and be put to rest for the night. He made to get up, but your hands moved to his neck and tugged slightly to keep him there.
He hummed, “you’re exhausted, doll. Let me put you to sleep.”
“No,” you mumbled, “stay here.”
Toji sighed and grumbled, but remained where he was. He tucked his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and the smell of the soap that you used.
When he felt the small massaging sensation on his head stop, he lifted his head and looked up towards you. You fell asleep.
He smirked. Cute. You always looked at peace when sleeping, a calm despite the constant buzz of joy that you usually were when awake.
He stared at you once for a few moments more before coming to a decision. He lifted you up and pulled you towards him, so that he was on his back and you were on his chest.
You stirred awake, registering the position that you were now in and and immediately stiffened. You whined, and he immediately shushed you.
He looked down at you and you immediately buried your face in his chest, determined to hide your flustered look.
He smiled and brushed his hands through your hair, just like how you’d done to him so many times.
Your rigid form basically melted into his, like ice turning into water. You relaxed your arms and body and wrapped yourself around him. No longer like a cocoon but this time like a koala.
He chuckled, “y’like that?”
You just huffed in response. “Maybe.”
He didn’t say anything, simply choosing to mirror the action that you’ve done to him countless times before.
He understood now why you always loved being the big spoon now. When he had asked you a month ago on why you always wanted to do so, you merely responded with, “’cause I want to.”
He didn’t get it beforehand, but now he did. With you in his arms he felt at ease. Somehow more so than when he was being the one cuddled.
With you practically fitted to his form like second skin, he stayed massaging your head until you were snoozing in dreamland.
Even after you fell asleep, he kept cuddling you. He was happy doing this, he realized. Toji loved cuddling you, and he wished for more time to be your protective pillow.
He laid a kiss on the crown of your head. Eventually, he fell asleep too, with his love in his arms.
And Toji wouldn’t have it any other way.
