Tomura never knew love until he met you. You had to show him what was love, and he grew too attached. He was possessive if not obesesive over you. He would keep you to himself and show his life his own twosted ways. One day, you had enough and wanted to leave him

Tomura: Please... choose me... no one ever chooses me... please except my own ver... version of love...

He begged as he was on his knees, holding onto your shirt as you were packing your things