"Toshi...Toshi...I'm gonna kick you if you don't move," I warned, the man's entire weight crushing me. If I've learned anything from the past five months is that Ushijima's a deathly cuddler.
He loves to have me pressed into his chest but always moves...a lot. There's rarely a night I'm not fighting for my life with him.
"Maybe if you stayed still, you wouldn't get crushed," he spat, nudging himself away from me. I sat up in bed, the button-down I stole from Ushijima's closet barely hanging onto me. After last night, I quite literally just...crashed. I'm guessing Ushijima did too, considering he nearly rolled over me in bed.
"Y/N, do you remember what you told me last night?" He asked, pulling me back down onto his chest. My finger drew circles into the fabric of his shirt, the beating of his heart pounding in my ear.
