Toji blinks awake, his mind sluggish for a second before he registeres his situation.

The room was dimly lit by the early morning sun, filtering through the curtains. He tightened his hold on the smaller body tucked into his chest, instinctively protective. A long life of hardships makes him Zealously protective to the only person who brings meaning to his bleak life. The sound of his lover's whimper reached his ears, but it wasn't the kind he liked hearing.

Letting out a slow breath, Toji curled further into the other, making sure his lips were just brushing the shell of his lover's ear as he whispered softly, "You good?" he asked, pulling back slightly, knowing Harry was awake by the uneven breaths against his chest.

"…Yeah, sorry," Harry muttered, moving to tuck himself further into Toji's massive form, seeking comfort in the warmth and safety he found there. Toji scoffed quietly, not in irritation but in gentle admonishment.

"Stop apologizing," he murmured as he ran his large palm across Harry's hip, the motion slow and deliberate.

Every time his fingertips brushed across the swelling abdomen, a sense of awe and disbelief filled him. Toji was a man who had seen and done too much, but this.

This was something he never could have imagined.

To say they were both shocked that Harry was able to conceive would be an understatement.

Hell, if someone had asked Toji a year ago if he could see himself settling down and being excited for a baby -let alone a man bearing the child- he'd have broken their neck out of courtesy. But here he was, a man transformed by the soft, steady love of the wizard beside him.

"S'ah'habit," Harry mumbled sleepily, his voice tinged with the remnants of whatever dream had disturbed his sleep.

Toji hummed in response, his fingers tracing Harry's hip bone in lazy, soothing circles. "Wanna talk about it?" he offered, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

Harry was the only person who gets to see this side of Toji. The side that was tender, protective, and patient.

With anyone else, Toji was a fortress, impenetrable, unyielding, but with Harry, he allows himself to be soft.

Harry shook his head slightly, burying his face deeper into Toji's chest. "It's nothing, just the same old shit," he muttered, trying to dismiss the lingering unease from his dream.

Toji merely shrugged, accepting Harry's reluctance to talk. He knew better than to push. Harry would speak when he was ready, and Toji would be there to listen.

That was their unspoken agreement, forged through nights like this when the past came knocking at their door.

"Okay," Toji said simply, letting the subject drop. His fingers continued their soothing caress, moving from Harry's hip to his back, tracing the curve of his spine. Harry let out a contented sigh, his tense muscles slowly relaxing under Toji's touch.

Harry lifted his head slightly, meeting Toji's gaze. Those haunting green eyes, so full of emotions he rarely voiced, locked onto Toji's dark, steady ones. "It was just one of those stupid dreams about our—" he started, then hesitated, his voice trailing off.

Toji held back a sigh, recognizing the signs of Harry's magic fluctuating. It was something that happened more frequently as the pregnancy progressed.

The stress, the uncertainty of their future, and the sheer unfamiliarity of their situation all contributed to the instability of Harry's powers.

Reaching up, Toji cradled Harry's chin, making him look up, "You think I'll let anything happen to you?" he asked, his voice rough but earnest. There was an edge of determination in his tone, a promise that went beyond words.

Toji would burn the world down to keep Harry safe, to keep their child safe.

When Toji had first commandeered Harry's couch, back when they were complete strangers, he never would have expected to end up here, lying in bed with a man he adored, a man who carried his child.

Toji had been fed hate and hardship his entire life, and he wore those scars like armor.

But Harry… Harry had a way of disarming him, of making him feel things he hadn't thought possible.

Harry was his salvation, and he'd be damned if anyone took that from him.


Morning came softly, the sun's light creeping slowly across the floor of their shared apartment. Harry hummed absently as he moved around the small kitchen, preparing breakfast.

The familiar routine was comforting, grounding him in the present and easing the lingering tension from the night before. He is making a simple English breakfast, both for nostalgia and practicality.

His hand moves deftly, keeping the eggs from burning, while his other hand tapped a rhythm against the slight swell of his abdomen. The pregnancy is unlike anything Harry had ever read about in the wizarding world. It was more metaphysical than physical, like a pocket inside his abdomen that acted as a uterus.

The result is only a slight swell, as if he had lost his lithe abs from lack of exercise rather than from carrying a child. He can't say he was upset about it; after spending so many years underweight, not seeing his ribs every time he looked in the mirror was a welcome change. As he continues cooking, Harry feels the familiar warmth of Toji's presence before the man even enters the kitchen.

Two giant hands slid around his waist, and thick arms trapped him against a massive chest.

Harry smiled, leaning back into the embrace and greedily soaking up Toji's warmth, "Morning," Toji murmured sleepily into his neck, his voice gravelly from sleep. He held Harry's hips firmly, possessively, as he nuzzled into his shoulder. Harry bit back a giggle as Toji playfully nipped at his collar, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin there.

He turned his head slightly, meeting Toji's gaze with a stupid grin that he knew the man could feel even without seeing it. Their lips met in a soft kiss, a gentle exchange of warmth and affection.

"Morning," Harry replied, his voice light as he returned his attention to the food.

He huffed in fondness when he noticed six pieces of American styled bacon already missing from the plate. He didn't need to turn around to know who the culprit was.

"Greedy," he murmured with mock reprimand.

"Only for you," Toji replied smoothly, the sincerity in his voice ruining the playful tone. He ruined the moment further by smacking Harry on the ass, eliciting a startled yelp from his lover.

"Hey!" Harry protested, swatting at Toji's arm with a wooden spoon, though there was no real heat behind the action.

Toji just chuckled, pulling him closer and burying his face in Harry's messy black hair. They stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence.

The scent of breakfast filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the morning sun. It was a moment of peace, of quiet domesticity that neither of them had ever thought they'd have.

Later, after breakfast had been devoured and the dishes were stacked in the sink, Toji finds himself sitting on the worn couch in their living room, watching as Harry moves about the space with practiced ease.

Harry was tidying up, his movements quick and efficient as he straightened the room. Toji's eyes followed him, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.

Harry caught the look and paused, raising an eyebrow in question. "What?" he asked, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

"Nothing," Toji replied, though his tone suggested otherwise. He reached out, grabbing Harry's wrist and pulling him down onto the couch beside him.

Harry let out a surprised laugh as he landed in Toji's lap, his legs awkwardly tangled with the man's.

"Toji!" Harry protested, though he made no move to get up. Toji just grunted in response, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and holding him in place.

"Just stay," Toji murmured, his voice soft. There was a vulnerability in his tone that Harry rarely heard, one that made his heart ache.

Harry's expression softened, and he relaxed against Toji's chest, resting his head on the man's broad shoulder. They sat like that for a while, the silence between them comfortable and reassuring.

Outside, the world continued on, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of them.

"Do you ever think about the future?" Harry asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. It was a question that had been on his mind for a while, one that he had been too afraid to ask.

Toji was silent for a moment, his hand idly tracing patterns on Harry's back. "Sometimes," he admitted. "Not in the way you do, though."

Harry nodded, understanding what he meant.

Toji was a man who lived in the present, who didn't dwell on the past or worry too much about the future.

Harry… Harry had always been different. He had spent so much of his life looking forward, planning, hoping for something better.

"What do you see?" Harry pressed, curious despite himself.

Toji was quiet again, his gaze distant as he considered the question.

"I see you," he finally said, his voice steady. "And the kid. I see us."

Harry's breath hitches, and he looked up at Toji, his heart swelling with emotion. "That's enough for me," he whispered, his voice thick.

Toji doesn't reply, but the way he held Harry tighter answers the unspoken words. He will slaughter any who dares to take this bliss away from him.


A/n:

No excuse, just wanted to write a toji/Harry fic.

Already established, but we get baby Megumi early -