Rough Hands, Gentle Love

(Age: Two) Alone Time

Tomura waits for the two of them to be asleep again, Y/N having not left Tomo's side since he'd been released from hospital.
It'd been a month. A whole month of all of her attention being focused on Tomo, a month of her feeling sorry for herself whenever he was asleep, a month of her putting herself, and him, on the back burner.
So the second the two are asleep, Tomura lifts Tomo from the bed, slowly and carefully on the off chance that he is still a little fragile.
The toddler scrunches his face up a little in his sleep and groans in vague irritation but doesn't actually wake.

So Tomura carries him to his own bedroom, setting him carefully onto the low-set bed, kneeling beside it and gently moving his hair out of his face with a gloved hand to look at him properly.
He was always so much sweeter when he was sleeping.
He finds himself there for a little while, just petting his soft black hair and watching him carefully, making sure there's no sign of him waking up.
After a while longer than he'd really planned, he slides Tomo's shirt up to check the scar left behind, to make sure there's still no irritation or any sign of infection before pulling it back down, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead and covering him with a thin blanket.

He leaves the door ever so slightly ajar like they always do for Tomo, but closes their bedroom door quietly, sliding into the bed as smoothly as possible, pressing his body against the back of Y/N's. She instinctively moves back against him, the  physical contact more than they've had in the whole month since they discovered Tomo had a hernia.
His hand tightens around her waist, and his lips press against the old scar from Stain.

"Tomo's in the bed." Is the groggy response he gets, Y/N so used to the gentle advances over the years.
"Not anymore." Tomura murmurs back, trying to pull her even closer to him.
Her head lifts instantly though, her pink hair messy on the side that had been rested against the pillow.
"What the fuck?" She asks sleepily.
"Relax." Tomura urges in a low voice, kissing the scar again, letting his hand slip under her shirt. "He's fine."
She leans up on her elbow this time to glare at him, even though she probably can't even see him in the dark and in her sleep hazed eyes.

"You don't know that, Tomura." She snaps. "You can't just move him around like that!"
"The doctors said he would be fine in two weeks after the surgery. He's fine." Tomura says calmly, trying to move her closer again.
"You don't know that!" She repeats, backing away from his touch.
Tomura's eyes narrow as she gets out of the bed.
"His staples have been out for two weeks. There's no sign of infection. You're being-"
He stops himself before he says the words that always get her irate, but it's too late.
She stares at him in the dark, he can feel it.

"I'm what, Tomura?" She asks, audibly angry now. "Hysterical? Emotional?"
Tomura clenches his jaw.
"I can't believe you." She says as she goes to exit the room.
But Tomura's quicker, grabbing her waist and pulling her back from the door, his cracked lips pressing against her neck.
"Y/N..."
"Oh my god! All you ever think about is sex!" She snaps, slapping his hands away and spinning around. "Our son-"
"Is fine." Tomura says through clenched teeth.
She shakes her head in disbelief and makes for the door again.
"It's been a month." Tomura says before she opens the door.

"Poor you. It's a hard life, huh?" She spits.
"I want to spend time with you." Tomura says, completely honestly and to the point.
She scoffs. "I wasn't born yesterday."
And then she leaves, going to Tomo's room, leaving Tomura stood in the dark, alone and pissed off.  He listens to the creak of Tomo's door and the hushed voice of Y/N, despite Tomo not answering her.
Accepting his fate, Tomura scratches away the irritation brewing underneath his skin and goes to the living room to kill a couple of hours of the inevitable insomnia killing things in Doom.

Even when that doesn't soothe his mood and the late night turns into the early hours, he gives up and returns to their room, sitting on the end of the bed and planning how he can try to get some alone time with Y/N in a way that won't cause conflict.
He's deep in thought when the door opens, his crimson eyes moving to watch a sheepish Y/N close the bedroom door quietly before walking up to him and straddle his lap.
He places his hands either side of her waist as she slumps against him, honestly just happy to have any attention at this point.

"I'm sorry." She says, her voice muffled from being pressed against his shoulder.
Tomura doesn't respond, just listens as she continues.
"I've just been so worried because I didn't even notice the hernia and what if there's something else wrong with him that I haven't noticed because I'm a shitty mom?" She says, sounding dangerously close to crying.
"You're not a shitty mom." Tomura says simply, moving his arms more neutrally so one is around her waist and his other hand is resting against the centre of her back.

"I feel like I am. I've always felt like I am." She admits, sniffling.
Tomura rubs her back. She'd never really been the same since Tomo had been born. All the training Sensei had given her so she had more control over her emotions just went out of the window.
"Don't be stupid. You're not stupid." He says bluntly.
"Not helping, Tomu." She replies, sounding like she's trying to joke about it.
She moves her face away from his shoulder, revealing her tear soaked face, her arms resting over his shoulders.
"Do you still wanna?" She asks, sniffing and cocking her head.

"No." Tomura says simply, his hands moving to her sides to lift her up easily.
Her crying did nothing but made him feel a little bit sick to his stomach because he hated it. He hates it even more when she looks upset by his rejection as he sets her on the bed next to him.
"You need sleep." He tells her, pulling her close to kiss her temple quickly.
"Okay." She relents easily, crawling up the bed with a series of loud cracks and getting under the covers as she continues to sniff. "Tomorrow?"
"If there's time." Tonura agrees, tying up his unruly hair. "Tomorrow."