I’ve talked about this hundreds of times at this point BUT thinking about kissing Tomura’s neck scars.
He’s insecure about them, he thinks you think they’re ugly. I mean he hates them, why would you feel any different? Pale fading tracks mixed with more recent marks, aggressively red and covered in scabs.
But the way you slide up behind him and press your lips against his deep scars has him melting. No matter the things he did or said, you’re always so so gentle and kind, lips caressing the skin. Usually any contact on his neck disgusts him. A reminder of the constant stress and terror he feels. But the way you touched it was different. Whether its your lips or your fingers, tracing patterns against him, running your fingers up and down the marks, he can’t help it, it’s so relaxing for him.
And of course, there was nothing better than the feeling that you weren’t scared of him. Other people recoiled at his marks and wounds, disgusted and uncomfortable. He’d accepted long ago that he was repulsive. Yet you never acted that way. You’re always affectionate with him, cleaning his fresher scratches and talking him through all his stresses before gracing him with the bliss of your lips against them. Even the fresh marks don’t disgust you. You’re always comforting, an ever present comfort for him. Everyone else treats him so coldly, and yet you’re so loving. He adores you, everything about you. Tomura is simply obsessed with how you feel as you press kisses into his skin.
So now he seeks it out. Silently, of course, he never asks. But whenever he’s frustrated, he always just so happens to enter whatever room you’re in, making a show of his irritation. He needs the feeling of your mouth against his neck, it’s comforting. He grunts and mumbles under his breath, anything to get the attention he craves. He isn’t subtle, he could be if he wanted to be, but he doesn’t have the self control when it comes to you.
When you catch on and pull him in the by waist so you can nuzzle into his neck, he simply dies in your arms. He can’t help but relax at the feeling of you touching him. You’re just so unafraid. And when you finally kiss him? It’s heaven. His head’s in the clouds, brain turning to mush. The anger simply dissolves. The warmth he’s always craved but never thought he’d receive given to him by someone as beautiful and kind and intelligent as you. The gentle pressure of your tiny butterfly kisses is simply the best feeling he could ever hope to experience.
He wants to hug you back even though he’s scared to touch you. He’s never craved being able to touch like this, but he needs to hold you now. You’ve truly taken his breath away, truly broken his brain. It’s hard to be a villain when you’re feeling so so soft