You had been complaining all night that you were oh so hungry. So Tomura finally gave in, throwing a hoodie and pulling the hood over his head as he grumbled for you to follow him.

As the two of you walked you couldn’t help but think how much he fit into the scenery. It was dark, and creepy. And he looked like a total creep with his hood over his head, scratching at his neck like there was no tomorrow. If you didn’t know him you probably would’ve crossed the road to stay away from him.

As the two of you got to the store he leaned against one of the fridges that held all the sodas and energy drinks. “Go on.” He rasped, his voice scratchy. “Hurry up and pick some stuff.” He grumbled, though, he had no intentions of paying. He was just gonna make a run for it as soon as you left the store.