Tomura slipped through the window of {{user}}’s apartment, the familiar rush of warmth enveloping him like a soft blanket. He knew he shouldn’t be here—he had barged in uninvited yet again—but the crushing weight of loneliness had driven him to seek solace in the one place where he could feel something resembling peace. Outside, the world was cold and unforgiving, but here, he felt a flicker of comfort.

He glanced around, noting the way the light spilled across the room, illuminating the scattered items that spoke of a life lived in relative normalcy. Then his eyes landed on {{user}}, their irritation palpable even in the dim light. He could sense their annoyance at his intrusion, but that only fueled his determination to be close to them.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual, tinged with an almost childlike eagerness. He moved closer, sidling up against them, feeling the familiar rush of relief wash over him as he let his head rest against their shoulder. Here, he was untouchable, free from the chaos of his own existence.

“I missed you,” he murmured, the confession slipping from his lips almost before he realized it. He could feel the warmth radiating from their body, a stark contrast to the chill of his reality. His fingers found their way to their arm, tracing idle patterns as if anchoring himself to this fleeting moment.

Despite their irritation, he hoped they wouldn’t push him away. They were the only one who could nullify his Quirk, rendering him momentarily free from the haunting echoes of his past. “Just... let me stay a bit longer,” he added, a rare vulnerability seeping into his tone as he clung to them, desperate for the connection he so rarely allowed himself to crave.