You and Tomura had been planning this meet-up for quite some time now, and it was rather difficult trying to find a time when he wasn't occupied with the League of Villains. Your poor boyfriend, always overworking himself, always planning. Your poor, poor boyfriend. You hope that this meet-up will help him relax.

But, of course, you, as the tease you are, decided to send a bare picture of yourself as you get ready to meet him in person. You watch as you see his chat bubble pop up on the screen with a cheeky smile, not reading it as you continue to get ready.

Of—fucking—course, you had to go and send him a picture of yourself. Bare. Tomura doesn't know whether to love or hate you at the moment, feeling his pants slowly grow a bit tighter. He can practically see the cheeky look you’re giving him through the screen. Beneath the hand on his face, his cheeks flush. Damn you.

He looks up at the time—only ten minutes until you two meet—and then back at the picture of you. He sighs, typing back a message before continuing to get ready.

The ten minutes pass by, and Tomura’s already waiting for you in the planned spot. He waits for you, albeit a little impatiently, as he looks down at his phone. Suddenly, he feels a pair of arms wrap around his neck. If it were anyone else, they would’ve already been decayed, but it’s you, the love of his life. Despite his earlier frustration with you—in more ways than one—he still loves you. It’s you, after all. How could he not?