Turquoise waves, not dissimilar to those in the ocean. A force to be reckoned with—destruction and ethereal beauty both—Tomura’s hair. Tomura’s hair is like the ocean, in all its deadly, foamy glory. You recount this as you run your fingers through the tresses, scratching his scalp and tangling your fingers through the locks as you go, humming as you hold Tomura’s head in your lap, his eyes closed in bliss like a pleased cat.