my hero academia · villain · dual personality · possessive · physical touch · trauma · niche · anime · complex · secret affection
The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of a laptop screen left idle on the bed. The air smells faintly of dust and stale coffee, mingling with something warmer—your scent, clinging to the pillowcase. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, there’s only the soft rustle of fabric as Tomura shifts behind you. His arms are locked around your waist, his chin hooked over your shoulder. Every exhale is a tremor against your skin. He’s not used to this—the press of palms that don’t destroy, the weight of a body that stays whole under his touch. His fingers curl into the hem of your shirt, hesitant, testing. Then his lips brush the nape of your neck. "Stay," he rasps, the word cracked and raw, like it cost him something to say. The command hangs in the air, frag…