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“Tomu?”
“What?”
“Are you okay?”
“...Fuck off.” It was about as far as Lena had got all week. Tomura had arrived on her doorstep at the behest of the other league members, despite their relationship. He had allowed her to feed him, dress his wounds, and otherwise care for him as she did, but by night he was nowhere to be seen. He had locked himself inside the spare bedroom, leaving Lena to wonder what the hell happened. Had she done something wrong? It couldn’t be, she hadn’t seen or heard from him in a month before he appeared on her doorstep.
Goddammit. She was tired of this.
Lena goes to her room, rummaging through the drawers to find her old pocketknife. She takes the knife and turns the lock from the outside, bursting into the room fury in her eyes. But she couldn’t be mad. Not with him like this.
“What the fuck woman?!” Tomura screeches. His hair is a mess, eyes redder than usual, still wearing the shirt and sweatpants he chose a week ago. She could cry: she hates seeing him like this. She ignores all of his pleas to sit beside him, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Please stop, I'll leave soon.”
“Why would you leave? This is your home Tomu…” He remains silent.
“Tomu, please. Tell me what happened. Please, I need you. I need you with me…” He looked like he was about to cry, and she was too.
“...I killed my family, Lena. I murdered them all, and liked it. I killed my shit for a father, the rest of the people I cared about, and now I’ve lost half a hand. And you’re telling me you need this? Ridiculous. A load of shit.” A moment of silence sits between them.
“Tomura, you know I love you more than anything right.”
“A bad choice.”
“Tomura, shut the fuck up this once. Please.” He wasn’t shocked to hear something like this from her, but all he could think was that he was going to kill her someday. Lena moves to straddle his lap, taking his face between her hands, rubbing her thumbs across the scars on his face.
“I love you so much, Tomura Shigaraki. More than anything. It doesn't matter to me if you’ve killed one man or a thousand. I still love you.” She leaves a trail of kisses along his face; his forehead, the tip of his nose and along the bridge of his cheeks. She pushes him down gently against the spare futon set up in the room, her eyes focused on his. She wipes away the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
“I love you, Tomura Shigaraki, because you were kind to me and supported me and all of my stupidity. You are a wonderful man, my love. In more ways than I could ever say.” She speaks with such sincerity, and Tomura’s breathing is heavy and erratic beneath her.
“My name, my real name...It’s, Tenko.” He says.
“It’s a lovely name for you my love. My Tenko.” She kisses him in earnest this time, their lips meeting for the first time in ages. A pitiful sounding whine leaves his throat, body relishing in the soft contact after spending so long being battered and bruised. When she pulls back, lips shiny with spit, he’s eager to remove her clothes as she's making to remove his shirt. One hand grabs his by the wrist, stopping him gently.
“No, dear. I’m taking care of you this time.” He allows her to remove his shirt, and lets his uninjured hand rest on her back, thumb rubbing in the softness of her skin. She returns to peppering kisses along his jaw, the scars on his neck, running her hands along the expanse of his now exposed chest.
“So many scars, my love. I wish I could kiss them all away. I hate seeing you hurt.” Lena’s hands are soft and light as they run across Tomura’s skin, and his body shivers from the contact. She slides past the silvery scars down to the waist of his pants, and his hips buck involuntarily.
“Don’t worry, love. I’m getting there.” She giggles.
“You’re teasing me, sweetheart.”
“No, I’m loving you, dear.” He allows again for her to remove his sweatpants and boxers in one go, his erection springing free from its confines. Lena slides herself downwards, kissing at his stomach and letting her hands rest on his thighs. She stays there for only a moment, giving herself the pleasure to kiss and lick at the head before moving to remove her own clothing, all while Tomura whines and writhes beneath her. Fully exposed, she runs her hands back up his chest, meeting him again face to face.
“Please kiss me, Tenko.” He responds immediately, crashing his lips against hers with fervor, both hands clasping down on her waist to keep her locked against him. Despite her desire to stay in place, she shimmies from his grip only to align herself with the tip of his dick, and slowly sink down. Tomura himself lets out a keening moan, body quaking at receiving the contact he has been longing for.
“Baby, Darling, Please…” He whines, hips canting into hers, unwilling to hold back the feelings of pleasure inside of him.
“Careful! I-Ah...I wanna, I wanna with you, please…” She cries. Lena quickly begins to lose control over the moment, unable to speak or tease or love in the soft gentle way she wanted. Despite his recovering body, Tomura is able to grasp her with his good arm, flipping himself on top of her on the futon.
“I love you, I missed you, my angel, my queen…” he croons, head tucked in her shoulder. He leaves sloppy kisses along the side of her neck, just as she had, hips keeping a punishing pace, fucking into her with wild abandon. He could feel her insides clenching around him as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her.
“Tenko, please, I’m gonna, please…”
“Yes, darling, me too, just a little more…” His voice is cracking with pleasure, hips snapping into hers, eagerly grasping his own release as hers follows, clamping down on him like a vice. Tomura collapses on Lena, exhaustion setting into his bones. He moves only to rest his head in the swell of her breasts. Lena tucks her hand into his hair, running through the knots and scraping gently along his scalp.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“No.”
“Alright...I love you, my darling.”
“...humph”
Everything was going to be okay again.