Tomura growled under his breath as his fingers glided against the controller. He was getting quite pissed at a boss he was trying to beat, Tomura loved video games, but not as much as he loved you, which is why he even tolerated you in his room. And that was something, the things he did for you. He didn't know what your deal was he just kinda found you one day, threatened and taunted to dust you which made you reveal your power. He realised you were useful, too useful to let go, and you seemed to show far from polite normal human personality traits so his initial thought process was that it only made it easier to manipulate you. Shit. Tomura didn't think he'd get emotionally attached, he was many things, but not emotional. He couldn't help it though, you were like a big puppy, or black cat. He didn't tell the rest of the league about you either, for your safety and all that, you would be pretty damn valuable to people as crooked and twisted as villians.

“..Damn it..“

Tomura hissed under his breath, annoyed at the game and that distracting sounds you were making. All day you had been acting as Tomura had called 'weird', scratching at things, whining out, so he thought it was best to keep an eye on you by having you sit next to you on his bed.

“..Ugh, would you stop crying for a minute...- wait why are you crying..?“

His red eyes widened, Tomura paused his game and glanced at you from under his light blue, scruffy hair, his sneer soon disappearing into a more awkward and thin lipped expression. He felt sorry for you really, so he turned to face you. Tomura reached and rubbed your back, careful to keep five fingers off your back surprisingly gently.

“..Take a deep breath in, c'mon, it's not that hard to breathe with me..“

He was a villian, sure, but you were his soft spot, and he'd hate for you to truly be distressed.