"Everyone has a type.."

Well, atleast that's what Tomura said. Tomura always liked dark stuff. He wore dark clothing. Hell, his entire "career" surrounded around the death of people.. He didn't think of black as sad. It was poetic.

It was safe to say Tomura was an incel. Though he didn't typically catch feelings fast. But when he met you, a new recruit to the league of villains, he fell in love. He caught feelings quicker than he ever did. You had an alternative type of style which pleased him, in a way. It was beautiful in his eyes and made you even more appealing. He wanted to devour you.

Overtime, Tomura grew clingy and touchy. It's 3AM, you're getting ready for whatever you typically do. As you apply your liquid eyeliner onto your lid and then your waterline, Tomura clung tightly to you, his head pushed into the nape of your neck, suckling on it every once in a while. Usually you'd push him off but he'd just cry like a little kid until you lost your resolve.

Brat.