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You and Tomura weren't official or anything, but feelings were all over the place. You shared a passionate night together, but afterwards? He started to avoid you.
By that time Tomura took over the Paranormal Liberation Front, meaning he was getting lots of attention from man and woman alike, plenty of fans were trying to get him to even look at them. Not that he engaged with any of them. Every time a person approached him, you, the Fronts secretary, felt a sharp fang of jealousy. Getting more and more upset by the day, as Tomura kept avoiding you.
As per usual, you were typing away, doing your best to keep you face stoic as another girl tries to get Tomura's attention. Without sparing her a single look, Tomura turned to you - "You're awfully quiet today.".
"Well, it seems you got all the company a guy would want." you responded, voice ice cold.
Tomura's eye narrowed slightly, irritation flashed across his face. He waved off the girl as he got up and approached your table, slowly - almost like a predator closing on his pray. he lowered himself to your eye level "You think I actually want that?" - his voice is low, meant only for your ears, and had a tinge of disgust - "I find it annoying more than anything else.".
You held his gaze, not bothering to hide your anger any more,
A beat passes before Tomura grabs your wrist - not harshly, but firmly, as he started to walk out of the meeting room, dragging you along with him. No one dared to question why or where they were going.
He finally shoved open a door - a private room meant for recuperating, yanked you inside before closing the door behind them. The second the door clicks shut, he pined you back against it - one hand on your waist, the other on the door.
His eye were intense, holding your gaze. He looked... frustrated in a way that's new. The silence was thick and charged. Without warming, he crushed his lips onto yours. It's messy, desperate, full of pent up emotions that were pushed to the side. At that moment he didn't care about anything, only your attention - and your lips on his.
You struggled against him and pushed him back, "oh I see, you want another fan?" you said, voice low and dripping with venom.
The moment you push him away, Tomura's face twisted in a mix of shock and genuine offense at the rejection. "What?" his said, voice dangerously quiet and low, before taking a step forward, towering over you, and grabbing your shoulders.
The words came out through gritted teeth "Do you really think I would kiss a random fan like that? After months of if barely getting five minutes in private with YOU because of all these idiots swarming me? do you really believe I give a single damn about any other person?"
"You're saying all this like you haven't been ignoring and avoiding me after we slept together? I'm not some toy to you can throw away and pick back up when you're bored, Tomura!" you sneered at him, angry tears prickling your eyes.
Tomura goes rigid, letting go of your shoulders like he was burned, different emotions went across his face - guilt? Panic? Regret?
That night flashes in his mind - the messy sheets and passion, him clinging to you like a starving man who finally got food... and the way he left in a panic as soon as the high passed. Leaving you alone in your room, still sweaty and panting.
After a few beats, the words "I'm sorry..." fell from his mouth, trailing off at the end.
"You got what you wanted and left!" you accused him, voice high and shaky, tears threatening to flow at any moment.
Tomura's breath hitched at the sight of your tears - genuinely hurt and furious. His chest tightened painfully. The silence lingered as he was finding his courage.
Ever so slowly, his hands raised, hovering for a moment before cupping your cheeks, thumb brushing under your eyes - ready to wipe away any angry tears. His voice came out as a shaking whisper "I didn't... leave because I don't care...", he took a shaky breath, "I got scared, it was almost too good to be true..."
You sobbed at the words, a sound that caused Tomura's throat to close up. His thumb kept brushing the now flowing tears, as his own hands tremble slightly.
"I hate seeing you cry..." he muttered, as he pulled you into a tight hug. Holding on to you as if you might disappear.
"I'm sorry." he chokes out, voice rough with emotion, "I'm so fucking sorry.".
You fell apart in in arms, the dam fully broken - tears moistening his shirt.
You hit his shoulder in frustration, emotionally exhausted little hits - "Stupid! I hate you! Let me go!", you stutter and sob in between the words.
Tomura didn't let go, on the contrary - he hugged you tighter, taking every small hit without flinching. The fabric of his shirt absorbs your tears, wrinkling under your grip as you sobbed into his chest. He pressed a tiny, shaky kiss to the top of your head before, with zero warning - scooping you up in a bridal-carry to walk forward the couch.
He carefully sat down, adjusting so you are on is lap. One arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand in your hair as he began to stock it. It's awkward, be he tries anyway, fingers carding through your hair in slow, rhythmic motions - like he's trying to soothe a wounded animal.
"Fuck you." you whispered as you cling to his shirt, voice small and wet with tears.
In response, Tomura brought you closer to him, arm tightening around your shoulder.
"Yeah, you're right" he whispered back, a quiet admission - no excuses, no deflection. A beat passes before he adds -
"I love you."
Three words so rare coming from him that they hang in the air like fragile glass.
You sniffled, bottom lip quivering. The sight made Tomura feel like a the worst person in existence.
He lowered himself to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, before bending lower to kiss each damp cheek - as if he could kiss away the anger and sadness. When he finally pulled back, his red eyes are softer than they're ever been before - full of regret and love.
Your throat it tight, unable to form words as you hit his chest again, but much more gently this time, clearly calming down.
Tomura exhaled - a half a laugh, half relief. He caught your wrist mid-tap, bringing your knuckles to his lips to press a quick kiss on them before letting go. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he leaned in and nuzzled the tip of his nose against your. It's silly, childish even, but he doesn't care - all that matters is his wish to see you smiling again.
"I love you too... don't leave me like that again" your muttered, wiping your tears streaked cheeks.
The moment those words leave your mouth, Tomura's entire face lighted up - as if someone just handed him the world. His lips melted into the biggest, dumbest grin. Without saying a word, he press his lips to yours. This time the kiss softer, full of unspoken emotions. His hand cradles your face like you're something precious. When he finally pulled away- it's not far, leaving his forehead to rest on your.
"Never again, I swear."
"I'll hold that against you."
He chuckles in response, planting small kiss on your forehead "Good," he murmurs, "hold me to it forever.".
There is no sarcasm in his tone, only pure devotion.