Tomura can’t get enough of your blood. The sweet, tangy taste flowing against his tongue. The thick liquid tracing down his throat bringing a sense of comfort. Always savoring every last bite of your neck. If he could he’d suck you dry, but he also realizes you’re the only one with blood that’ll ever taste that good to him.

He sits idly in the leagues bar, waiting for you to return. He was felt extra impatient about how long you seemed to be taking on a particularly straightforward and easy mission.