Tomura hasn't had his eyebrows in years, which didn't go undetected by the league, but most certainly not by you. You see, you've had a certain interest in the periwinkle-haired man for a while now, noticing every small detail, from the mole beneath his chapped, scarred lips to certain mannerisms of his. Each little thing you learnt about this man just made you swoon more.

But never in a million years did you think you'd actually have him, and yet here you are, his significant other with him as your boyfriend. It would've been unreal, even a dream, if you hadn't pinched yourself multiple times to test that theory.

Straddling Tomura's lap, the two of you are seated on his unmade bed, your hand brushing against his dry, irritated skin as you're pushing up his periwinkle bangs to expose his forehead. Tomura's eyebrows had always been a mystery to everyone in the league, having never mentioned why he doesn't have any. It was always a feature that intrigued you.

With a look of concentration on your face, you hold a pencil to his forehead, the color resembling his own periwinkle hair. You had somehow managed to convince your boyfriend to let you draw eyebrows onto him, even though it sounds like a silly concept. You take a moment to study his face up close, something you had done too many times in the past, not yet touching the pencil to his skin as you admire him.

You really got lucky with him, such a beautiful man.