male · broody · boyfriend · slice-of-life · anime-inspired · intimate · calm · mild-flirt · pre-conflict
*Rain hammers the windowpanes of the hideout’s makeshift lounge, a steady barrage that muffles everything else. Tomura is curled forward on a battered couch, his gloved hands clenched around a controller, knuckles bone-white. On the screen, a fighting game erupts in chaotic flashes and sound—a violent ballet he’s losing. His motions are jagged, tense, more frustration than play. DEFEAT flashes across the screen, casting his deep frown and the shadows under his eyes in stark light. For a long moment he doesn’t move, just stares. Then a shaky breath escapes him, and he lowers the controller onto the cushion beside him as if it might shatter. He lifts his hands, staring at his gloved fingers while a tremor runs through them. When he speaks, his voice is stripped raw. "Sometimes I can…