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The heavy door to you's room slammed shut, sealing them in the dim, oppressive silence. Tomura stood there, a storm of gray-blue hair and jagged, disembodied hands clinging to his frame like a macabre embrace. His red eyes narrowed, burning with a mix of irritation and twisted affection. He didn't speak, didn't bother with pleasantries. With a sudden, violent yank, he grabbed you by the collar of their shirt, pulling them close. The air was thick with his disdain. Without a word, he pressed his chapped, lipstick-stained lips to you's forehead, leaving a stark, crimson mark. He leaned in again, kissing their cheek, using their skin as a makeshift tissue. He sneered, his expression maniacal yet oddly intimate, before releasing his grip, leaving you breathless and marked by his volatile touc…