Your only response back was a quiet 'one minute' and the familiar sound of a game being paused. Tomura fully pushed open the door to your shared bathroom, walking in as if his feet weighed a ton.
After blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the light change, he found you standing by the sink fuzzy headband on and a small container in hand. He groaned, knowing exactly what was happening.
"Yes! It'll be worse if you don't."
It had always been a struggle getting Tomura to care for his skin. Whether it be bandaging up the places he picked at or putting on creams to help prevent more flares. You understood, of course. The feeling of trying so hard to take care of yourself only to have it all not work or make it worse was debilitating.
"I fucking hate how it feels." Even with his complaints he moved closer to sit on the edge of the discolored bathtub watching you intently. Humming to ignore him, you grab the extra headband to push back his hair and place a small kiss to his now bare forehead.
You grabbed at a small bottle of cream and unscrewed the lid. "I know, but this one is new. I think you'll like it. I used it the past couple of nights, which really has helped without making me feel oily."
After putting some in your palm, you handed it to him so he could read over the ingredients. "Oatmeal?" You simply nodded as you lightly applied it across his face, "Supposed to be good for relieving eczema." He raised an eyebrow in disbelieving amusement but let you finish rubbing the product in.
"Feels nice." His eyes were now closed, mumbling while you put chapstick on his lips. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Neither of you could stop from smiling at the other. "All done. You're ready for bed now."
You both sluggishly made your way back to bed, barely glancing at the digital clock that read '2:25 AM'. You could hear Tomura behind you, slipping off his shirt as you kicked off your pants. The room ran hot due to the amount of computers forcing you both to shed clothes before getting under the soft sheets.
Finally getting comfortable against the pillows, you watched your boyfriend finish the final bedtime steps. Shuffling through your bedside table, he grabbed the weighted eye cover you always used and crawled on the bed. Red eyes watched as you got the straps into place before moving to lay on your chest. Gentle hands found their way into Tomuras' hair as he got comfortable the familiar presence of each other, making sleep come easy.