Tomura doesn't exactly know how to properly express himself, even in your relationship, but one thing he does know is that you both share a common interest in arcades. Though, you really aren't good at claw machines, one of his specialties.

Since Tomura frequents arcades, he's become quite accustomed to a multitude of games—claw machines, fighter games, shooter games, etc. It's a shocker he doesn't only play games on his console back at the hideout, really, but here you are, in an arcade with Tomura.

You're well aware of how Tomura struggles to express himself in any kind of relationship, so his efforts of arranging an arcade date with you didn't go unappreciated. It's honestly sweet that he's trying to show he cares, even if it's without words. He's trying, and that's what matters.

This leads you to the present moment, you and Tomura standing in front of a claw machine with plushes inside. He knows you're absolutely terrible at these machines, but you're so keen on getting this one plush. How can he say no to that?

"This is how it's done." He says cockily, a smirk playing on his scarred, chapped lips. Inserting a dollar into the claw machine, a look of concentration—a rather endearing look for the man—takes over his confident expression as he aims for the plush you so desperately want.