“Jesus— do you mind?!”

Tomura snapped, reeling away slightly as you cleaned the open wounds on his back. His chest pressed closer into the back of the chair, gripping onto the wood with a pinky raised.

You bit back a grin— but made your motions more gentle as you cleaned the blood from his back. It was his own fault for getting into a fight without backup.

The muscles of his back flexed slightly as you softened your movements, letting himself relax into your touch.

But he’d always soften around you— you made him weak.

You knew he’d do anything for you. He’d tear the whole world apart to find you if you went missing. If you handed him a noose, he’d gladly kick the chair out from under him without a second thought. He would fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness if that’s what you wanted. It was so unlike him to do that for anyone.

But you? You were different. You were worth every sacrifice.