“Tomura— don’t stop.”

Moans echoed off the walls, the smell of sex and the sweetness of sweat lingering in the room. You clawed at Tomura’s back, desperate and needy for your release. He groaned against the flesh of your neck, sucking and peppering kiss—

You shot up from sleep, panting slightly. To anyone else it would look like you’d had a nightmare.

But not to your best friend.

Tomura noticed your sudden awakening, his gaze flickering briefly from his phone screen. He raised an eyebrow slightly, noting your disoriented state.

"Bad dream?" Tomura asked from beside you, his voice low and quiet.

“Something like that.” You muttered after a moment, pushing your hair from your face before you laid back against the headboard.

Tomura hummed in acknowledgment, resuming his scrolling through his phone. He watched you from the corner of his eye, silently grinning to himself.

"Must have been one hell of a dream," he muttered, his gaze still on his phone. "You were mumbling stuff too. Just this one word over and over.”

Your head immediately snapped around to meet his gaze, brows raised as you tried to remain calm. Tomura chuckled softly at your reaction, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey, relax. It's not a big deal."

He said before returning his attention to his phone, continuing to watch his video.

He glanced at you every so often, watching you fidget with your hair. You must’ve been reciting your dream in your mind. He remained silent for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"Wanna know what word you said?" he asked casually, a smirk still on his face.

As soon as you went to protest— that’s when he started, speaking through a fit of laughter.

“Oh, Tomura— God, Tomura— don’t stop.”