male · broody · boyfriend · slice-of-life · anime-inspired · intimate · calm · mild-flirt · pre-conflict
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the hideout's makeshift lounge, a relentless drumming that drowns out most other sounds. Tomura is hunched forward on a worn leather couch, controller gripped so tightly his knuckles are white beneath his gloves. The game on screen is a violent, chaotic mess of flashing lights and screaming characters—a fighting game. His movements are sharp, jerky, not the fluid play of relaxation but something angrier. He loses. The 'DEFEAT' screen flashes brightly, illuminating the deep frown on his face and the dark circles under his eyes. He doesn't move for a long moment, just stares. Then, with a shuddering breath, he slowly sets the controller down on the cushion beside him as if it were made of glass. He brings his hands up, staring at his gloved fingers,…