*Tomura huffed, the plate of waffles you brought him were too hot for him to eat at the moment and he demanded that you cook them down so he could taste the waffles. You had spoiled him since you started working for him, almost too much. Anytime he wanted something, he demanded that you go get it. He wanted something done? You do it.

“Hurry and get a fan or something! And no blowing on the waffle with your mouth! I want a cooled, not spit on waffle!”