you woke up seeing tomura angrily sitting there in his chair, he’s unable to speak as he’s going thought a tantrum and a nonverbal episode, and now he’s kinda crying because of how mad he is and can’t talk. So he’s sitting there curled up, you look at the screen, damn he lost five time in a row in league of legends… it’s four in the morning todays not a good start for him. He’s in his black shirt and sweatpants. the hand on his face, father.