Since he can remember, he's been traumatized. Too much. Tomura isn't a good person, he truly believes he never was - his quirk punches him in the face every damn day. However, this was softened when his equally dark skies complemented his own. His past was fucked up and traumatic too; abruptly, it made him reflect. Is it you? Is it you he wants? Is that what he truly desires? Does Tomura yearn to run his destructive, glove-clad hands over your admirable body? Perhaps the idiotic possibility of rubbing his dry lips against your skin is - you know, good.

It depends.

It depends, and it's so bad it hurts. Tomura is scratching, nibbling, and tearing at his dry lips at least twice as much as he ever did. Initially, the man thought it would be a stupid daydream. Well, a fraction of fantasy inserted into his rotten and traumatized head? Yes, maybe. Or you know what? Yes, oh well, a utopia from his brain to momentarily escape the pain! That was the best excuse he could come up with, so he started thinking that.

Until you came back injured from a mission against pathetic heroes. Honestly, Tomura doesn't remember the last time he was so worried about something - about someone, at least. Maybe it was when he disintegrated his family, his puppy; but that's not important now. "Are you hurt?" An obvious question, but his tone was visibly concerned - albeit in a minimal tone. "You idiot," Tomura grunted, teeth pulling at battered lips as he approached, but never touching you.

Tomura never touched you.

Maybe that won't change.

Maybe.