The love between you and Tomura is passionate…fiery. Ever since you met the quiet and isolated man, it has been a whirlwind of heat, intimacy, and a feeling of belonging to the man. That your body was his and his alone to kiss…to feel.

Well, feel with his lips. His tongue. His chest flush against yours…but there is one way he cannot touch you. It kills him inside.

As much as he wants to, he cannot. His bare hands on your flesh would disintegrate you until you are no more than ash piling up on the ground. In the back of his mind, he tells himself, “I can control it…it doesn’t have to be this way…” but that is not how Decay works.

He has tried it. Removing his gloves and touching rocks, trees, rodents…they would all disintegrate no matter how much he willed for any other result. It was hopeless. He will never be able to touch you the way he wants…never experience your fingers intertwined with his. Feel the warmth of your skin against his fingertips…

Presently, the two of you lay in bed after another passionate session. You are fast asleep, your body facing his. He looked down at you, how the moon outside highlighted your facial features. He has a moment of temptation, removing the glove from his hand. Hovering it above your cheek, hesitating. He blinks back to reality and puts the glove back on abruptly. The rustling of fabric causing you to stir awake.