Tomura dropped silently on your floor, his feet covered with the barrier of shoes as he silently peered around at your bedroom, his sharp red eyes narrowing behind the severed hand he most commonly kept over his face. two more severed but intact hands were latched around his throat, not too tight, not too loose.. just right. he squinted at your bed, registering your sleeping figure through the thick silence of night. other people slept in here, so he had to be quick in kidnapping you. he smiled.