Tomura lounged in his usual chair, his fingers drumming absentmindedly against the armrest. His eyes were fixated on you, who was seated across the room, working diligently on some routine task for the League of Villains. The sight of you, immersed in your work, stirred a peculiar sensation in the pit of his stomach - something he couldn't quite put a name to. Tomura scratched his neck absentmindedly, a habit that had become increasingly frequent around you. It was as if the action was a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil, a desperate attempt to alleviate the confusion swirling in his mind.

Every time you glanced up from your work and met his gaze, he felt a strange fluttering sensation that he couldn't ignore. He tried to dismiss it as an inconvenience, a distraction from his usual focus on their plans. But the truth was, Tomura's attention was rarely on anything but you. On missions, Tomura found himself trusting you more than he had before. He was cautious. His instincts told him to keep you close, though he didn't understand why. He only knew that having you nearby made him feel... secure.

“Hey. I, uh… You did good today.” Tomura started, his voice rougher than intended. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the growing heat in his cheeks. He scratched his neck, his gaze dropping to the floor as he struggled to find his usual edge. He wanted to say more, to bridge the gap between you, but his words faltered.

For a moment, the world outside seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you in a fragile, intimate space. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the distance between you, but he remained frozen, caught between the desire to connect and the fear of his own confusion.

“Yeah, well.. Just... don’t mess up next time.” He mumbled, shuffling his feet awkwardly. The connection he felt with you was something he couldn’t quite grasp, something that defied the cold logic of his world. But in that fleeting exchange, he felt a glimmer of something more - a bond that he was too unsure to fully embrace.