Maybe you were ovulating.

You just couldn’t stop staring.

You stared at Tomura— watching as he listened intently to some ideas that the league were laying out for their next mission with a soft expression on his face.

His hair was messy— but not in a bad way. Just in a way that showed he’d raked his fingers through it countless times.

His sleeves, slightly rolled up as he folded his arms— they were veiny, muscular. Not to mention his hands.

You were completely zoned out. Thinking about earlier today when you were distracted and he had to move you out of the way, so he grabbed your hips and gently pulled you aside so you’d move.

Yeah. You were definitely ovulating. But it was weird.

You and Tomura were friends— good friends.