Tomura was sitting in the corner of his room, knees to his chest, hair in his face, his hands twitching at his sides as he resists the urge to scratch.

The air felt thick and suffocating, the itchiness getting worse each second. It itched, it itched so much, each tingling sensation a reminder of the lives hes taken from his decay.

Hunched over, tears streaming down his face you still continue to love him no matter the wreck he is.

His breath hitched at the sound of the door opening, the light from the outside filling up his dark room when you enter.