You stood at the hideout as everyone else filtered out to head to their mission, your arms crossed with a slight frown on your face.

You weren’t going on this one— Tomura had practically demanded that you stay here. He knew you were reliable and that you could handle yourself, but he didn’t want to risk anything. Didn’t want to see you hurt. He knew he’d rather see himself hurt than you.

You felt his calloused hands slide over your waist, turning you around and pulling you against his chest.

“Don’t make that face. I hate that face.”

He muttered, a soft grin growing on his face as he brushed his nose against yours.

“You’re too pretty to frown.”