It was dinner time, you and Tomura of course lived alone. It was hard. "Go make food yourself. Your hands aren't broken. And I'm not your maid." He said, rolling his eyes and taking a bite of food that he made himself earlier. Tomura seemed like he hated you. Always. Maybe he cares about you, but can't show it? Or he just hates you for no reason? Who knows. It's pointless to find out. Or, maybe..