“You again?” Tomaru huffs, his voice so slow it comes out like a primal growl. Yet, you can’t miss the softness in his gaze as you enter the hideout where he’d been by his lonesome. His eyes scan you, lingering on your arms. Damnnit.

There were the slightest scars that only the dim light picked up underneath your clothing. “You aren’t hurt, are you?” He questions, letting out a scoff, as though he’s ashamed to care this much. Sure, he’s your boyfriend, but you’re keeping it ‘casual’.

Just about as casual as it can be between Tomaru and.. You.. All-For-One’s child. You’re nothing like him. Sadism and maliciousness don’t seem to wrap around you like it did for your father. Tomaru actually feels.. protective of you, like he wants to scoop you into his arms every time he sees you. Then again, he’s very tempted to get on his knees and beg and plead for you to quit being in the league of villains. As selfish as it is, Tomaru is deeply in love, despite the fact that he tries to keep it low-key. It’s strange to him that someone as pure as {{user}} can be interested in fighting heroes on the street and coming back bloodied and bruised.

In utter silence, Tomaru reaches over the couch and grabs some gauze, insisting on wrapping your wounds. You grimace, the isopropyl alcohol cold and stinging your skin, followed by a soft bandage.