𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧' |𝐭.𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

19- First and last date

Tomura woke up to fingers in his hair, stroking gently, and a soft whisper of his name. He was laying on the edge of the bed, his feet dangling from the end. He turned to look at you, your hand still in his hair.

"You should let me brush your hair." Your soft voice broke the silence, your thumb moving clumps of hair away from his eyes, "It's so long."

Tomura felt himself melt into your touch as you kept stroking his head, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.

"It's a mess" Tomura replied blinking a couple of times before looking up at you, "Trust me, you don't want to do that."

Your eyes shined back at him. They changed color slightly as the sun poked in just right.

"It's not even noon, and you're already being self deprecating ." You said, placing a kiss on his forehead, "How about you go and make us some breakfast."

Tomura fell silent again, shifting closer to you as a loose finger idly trailed along your side. You turned away and pressed your hand to his face, laying on his back again as his eyes focused on the roof instead while Tomura tried to settle his heart.

"Are you reconsidering your decision from last night?" Tomura murmured, rubbing his cheeks vigorously with a choked sigh. Your hand was still twined around his, giving him a reassuring squeeze even though he had to keep his eyes angled away. He made sure to squeeze back, just barely.

The bed dipped and shifted around, a harder jolt in his chest as he felt something nudge up against his stomach, shifting his gaze down to the chin propped up on a section of his ribs and your soft eyes flickering curiously. You nudged up against Tomura's body, tilting your head so your cheek now rested against him as well.

As Tomura's heart jumped again, you murmured softly but vigorous enough for his throat to rub along his skin as the words rolled together smoothly,

"No. Never."

Both of you were now gazing at one another. Still propped up on Tomura's stomach and studying him with a curious tilt at the corner of his mouth. He felt his heart pounding, yet he found himself reaching forward and cupping your head in his hand, slipping it under so he could hold your cheek and trace the lines in his face.

"I make others angry," Tomura started, "I often disappoint too, which then leads me to hurt them."

"You're afraid to disappoint me?"

"I'm afraid to hurt you."

You twitched with a slight pause, "Tomura?"

He hummed.

"I really like you."

He smiled, his head adjusting to take a look at you.

"Yeah?"

You rolled your eyes with a hearty laugh, "Yes you dork. And I'll keep reminding you. Even when you're angry at me, or when you're upset I'll always remind you how much I like you."

"What if I tell you I can't cook for the life of me." He began, his eyes, once again, on their joined hands.

"You're joking," You breathed, "But aren't you the one that doesn't eat junk food?"

"I prefer not to eat it. But truth is, I eat instant noodles almost everyday."

"Oh." You blanked out, "That's going to be a problem. Cause I don't cook either. No one really taught me."

He chuckled, meeting your eyes for a split second.

"So.. does that mean we're eating out for brunch?" You smiled, "It'll be our first actual date."