You were calloused for a reason.

Whatever reason that may be— you just were. Never opened up, never let anybody in. It’s not who you were, and it’s not who you’d ever be.

And you were the upmost in Tomura’s mind.

Despite his better judgement, he wanted to seep his way into the ever weeping cracks of your soul. Wanted to see if he could. He’d make jokes, trying to get even a huff of laughter out of you. He’s favour you, just to make you feel special.

He’d tell you that you were beautiful— just to make you smile. Hoping that you’d see he was telling the truth.

You stood on the rooftop of an abandoned building after your mission with Tomura, watching the sunset with a soft expression on your face. An expression that was rarely there— hidden under your frown and bored gaze.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Tomura muttered, his arms crossed over his chest as he shot you a sideward glance.

“Looks don’t interest me.”

You replied softly, honestly.

Tomura grinned softly, his gaze trailing over your features. Trying to commit to memory how your eyes caught the sun and pooled over you gracefully.

“That’s easy for you to say,”

He muttered, averting his gaze back towards the setting sun.

“You’ve never been ugly.”