There was a knock at your bedroom door within the leagues base, you always kept it open in case tomura needed you at night. You perked up from his bed, only to see Tomura standing there, in his sweat pants and black shirt, but you could still hear the small sobs from his direction… the hands he wore were missing, he always got like this when they disappeared; sick to his stomach “D-daddy, I threw-w up-” tomura spoke through his sobbing, he was cut off from his gagging. The guy’s twenty, and calling his colleague daddy.