𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 | 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

- Chapter 47 -

By now, an hour has passed, and they both find themselves on the bed, still wrapped up in each other's arms. Toji's head is buried in the crook of Helia's neck, his hot breath against her skin.

The silence of the room is broken only by the sound of their breaths as they lay there holding each other, neither of them wanting to let go even for a second

Toji's voice, soft and barely a whisper, breaks the silence between them. He speaks, his words dripping with sincerity.

"I should apologize too..." His breath is warm against her skin as he speaks, his tone laced with regret and remorse.

Helia doesn't say anything, waiting for him to continue, her hand still caressing his hair. He takes a deep breath, the sensation of her touch both soothing and electrifying, before continuing.

"I've been an idiot. I've been angry and stubborn, letting my anger blind me from the truth. I should have listened to you, instead of pushing you away..."

As her hand continues to run through his hair, a sigh escapes his lips, the tension in his body slowly beginning to melt away.

She understands that he felt bad about it too, but right now it feels like none of this matters when they were in each other's arms.

"It's okay. You believe me now."

His body seems to relax even more. The last bits of tension in his muscles dissipate, leaving him feeling somewhat lighter, somewhat relieved. He nods, his face still buried in her neck, his voice barely a whisper.

"I believe you." He murmurs, the words soft yet sincere. "I trust you. I was stupid for doubting you."

She smiled because she felt so happy at the moment, but she kept her tone serious.

"We both have been stupid. Me, for not trusting you with the truth about the spying mission and you for doubting me because of your anger. We're even now."

As Toji nods against her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His hair tickles her neck, the softness of his locks sending a faint shiver through her body.

Toji remains quiet, his body still melded against hers, the steady rise and fall of his chest against hers a comforting rhythm.

A slight chuckle escapes her lips because of his hair against her neck. He feels the slight reverberation of her laughter through his body, and it causes a hint of a smile to play upon his lips. He lifts his head just slightly, his breath warm against her ear as he murmurs.

"Ticklish?"

She continues to chuckle when she answers. "A bit yes."

He grins slightly, the sound of her chuckled laughter filling his ears. The corners of his eyes crinkle with a hint of mischief as he hovers over her, his body partially pinning her down, his face just inches above hers.

"Oh, so you're ticklish?" He repeats, his voice a low, amused whisper as he lets his hair brush against her neck again, deliberately tickling her.

He relishes in the sound of her laughter. He wishes he could put that sound in a bottle and listen to it every day.

"Looks like I've discovered a weak spot." He teases, his voice filled with playfully mischief. She continues to laugh a bit louder this time.

As he sees her reaction to his hair tickling, he suddenly shifts, using his fingers instead to tickle different parts of her body.

"How about here?" He says, his fingers dancing across her sides, targeting her ribs.

This time she laughs very loudly unable to control herself. "Ahahah no! Stop!"