HI GUYS. I'm kinda really sad there isn't more Ogami/Toki fics so... HERE'S A DRABBLE. ;w;

I may or may not do more in the future idk

Disclaimer: I don't own anythinnnnnnnnnnnnnng

Ōgami would never admit it, but occasionally he found Toki's Lost form quite endearing.

While he had no trouble raising a hand against the blonde in such a vulnerable form, he was quick to act when others dared to. Toki never complained though. Regardless of the pain, he always got right back up and continued being a little brat.

Despite the blonde's tough exterior, Ōgami noticed that Toki would regress to some child-like habits—ones that didn't involve women and fondling their breasts. When he was sleepy he'd lay sprawled out on the couch, or sometimes on the porch to bathe in the sun. In his Lost form though, Toki would curl into a ball.

Yuuki could always be seen resting in his arms with a tail wrapped firmly around the Fourth's wrist. They both lied lazily against the futon, a habit that manifested after they simultaneously lost their powers. It was times like these that Ōgami found the nicest. It was peaceful, and Toki actually looked like a normal kid.

Ōgami sat close by on those nights. Partially because he knew the others depended on him (his Lost form was the least helpless, after all), but mostly because he liked seeing the two like this.

Toki shifted in his sleep, mumbled something incoherently about his sister, and curled a little closer to him. Sometime during the night, the dark-haired boy found Toki pressed right up against his thigh. Yuuki would open a feline eye and give him a sleep-laced glance.

"You should sleep too, Sixth."

Ōgami simply agreed; he was too tired to argue with the younger boy (cat). The sheets rustled as he slid under the covers and lied on his side next to the two. Toki didn't even stir as the dark-haired boy threw an arm lazily across the other's small form. Yuuki, satisfied to be cushioned between two warm bodies, drifted back to sleep.

Ōgami silently watched the two. His eyelids were heavy but he kept them open anyway, 'just for a little longer' he told himself. His gaze swept across Toki's sleeping face, from blonde lashes to the soft rise of his chest, and then to his small hands that rested against Yuuki's crimson fur. He compared this face to the normal Toki who was all sharp angles and smirks.

He preferred the normal Toki, but it was hard not to like a Toki that relied on him.