Tomura was in a foul mood.

He usually was— never having much to smile about. He made his way through life with a frown and a nihilistic view on everything.

He wandered down the busy streets of Japan, people bumping his shoulder and endless chatter and noisy children filling his ears. He hated it. He hated it all— the city, the people.

He just wanted to go home.

Someone bumped into him again, and that was his last straw. He was beyond irritated. He turned to shout, a his eyes narrowed and a frown on his face.

“Watch where you’re—“

His raspy voice came to a halt, dying in his throat as his eyes landed on you.

You were drop dead gorgeous— like a curious deer in headlights who was sorry for being there in the first place. A gentle creature. Something so kind and gentle that had a colossal affect on him.