Toji leans languidly against the kitchen counter, knocking back a long sip of lukewarm instant coffee as he heaves a sigh. It 's stupidly early, but this happens sometimes: his body decides not to listen to his brain when he tells it the battle is over, that the curse is exorcised and there 's nothing left to fight. It happens more often than not when it 's Gojo who delivers the final blow instead of him, denying his instincts a sense of closure. He barely slept, thanks to the adrenaline still coursing through his blood.

Damn this body sometimes. Toji kinda gets why they call it a Heavenly Restriction, because now it 's fucking up his already flimsy chance at a normal sleep schedule.