𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧' |𝐭.𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

22- Tomura's tantrum: a slightly irritated villain in denial.

*FLASHBACK*

"Tenko" You called out, trying to push the boy away from you as he insisted on cleaning your face with a napkin.

The two of you were sitting on a bench as you enjoyed a sweet treat under the moonlight.

"Y/N let me clean your face." Tenko huffed as he furrowed his eyebrows, focusing his grey eyes on you.

You shook your head as you used your tongue to lick the corner of your mouth and lips.

Tomura on the other hand, had decided to choose ohagi rather than mochi. And he was trying to clean your face because just as he suspected, you had some of the creamy filling dripping down your jaw.

He chuckled as he put down his plate with ohagi on the bench. Then reaching his napkin over, he grabbed the side of your face.

Gently cleaning your face ignoring your pouting and whining.

"You're such a messy eater." Tenko sighed as he let go. Then grabbing his plate once again, he took a bite of the rice treat.

"You really like Ohagi huh?" You giggled.

Tenko smiled widely and nodded his head.

"Next time I'll buy you one instead of that mochi, less messy." He grinned.

"But you know mochi's my favorite!" You frowned, "Tenko if you like me don't do that!"

Tenko brows rosed, and his face tinted lightly with a blush. Suddenly, you noticed him itch the side of his neck. He had been scratching more often recently, almost like an allergic reaction.

"Hey, don't stratch" You pursed your lips, "Here,"

Tenko felt his ears go hot as he watched you place your mochi down and grab your bag with a small medical kit in it.

"Where did you get that?" He asked, as you pulled out some ointments and bandages.

"I asked your mom for it."

"Why?"

"For moments like these." You replied, "I want to take care of you when she's not around."

Tenko grinned as he leaned forward to get a better look at you. You seemed focused as you unscrew the cap of the cream and carefully placed a pea-sized amount on your finger.

"It's ugly isn't it?" He asked quietly, his gaze softening.

"What?" You muttered, eyes widening just a bit, "your skin?"

Tenko sat up straight with a grimace, nodding.

"No, don't be silly." You replied hastily, applying the ointment onto the side of his neck. There were signs of past scratch marks on there, probably from scratching too deep.

You unraveled a tissue and covered each of the open cuts he made, securing it with a bandage.

Tenko winced and flinched away when the feeling to scratch began again. But this time, you grabbed his wrists, preventing him from doing so.

"Stop scratching." You ordered leaning closer to him and using your thumb to secure the bandage onto him. "You'll only make it worse."

"You know, you should be a doctor when you grow up. You're good at helping people." He laughed as he watched you put away your medical kit.

"Like Recovery Girl?" You asked softly, "The one who kisses her patients?"

Tenko's eye widened, "She kisses all her patients?"