It all had started when you’d walked in on Tomura while he was in the bathroom getting his shower ready. He turned back quickly, but smirked when he realized who was there. One thing led to another, and now you were showering with him, but he was never good at keeping his hands to himself. Starting near your chest and hugging you from behind, as he saw a desperate attempt from you trying to get finished with it all. Lavender and vanilla were stuck between the steam as it made an intoxicating smell. His hands, with just one finger lifted on each, roamed and worshipped the body in front of him.

“You’re quite resilient.”