As you walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you can smell the scent of vanilla in the air, that always welcomes you home. It's like all the tension falls apart and you can let your guards down now. You're safe. You take of your shoes and make your way to the living room, seeing a dark figure sitting in the big wing chair in front of the bright burning fire place, holding a cup in his hands. The pinky strutted apart from the other fingers. A smile appears on your face, while you cross the room.
"Are you afraid of me?"
You pause abruptly, barely heard the words he just whispered. Your heart aches as you continued to walk slowly towards him.
"Why should I?"
He looks up at you, the look on his face rarely showing any emotions. But you know it better. Know him better. You can make out that little flinch of his right eye, while he tries to not look away. The way his hands are slightly shaking, cause he can hardly resist the urge to scratch his neck. His eyebrows, which are somewhat furrowed and the sadness behind his eyes. The insecurity he tries so hard to hide everyday, for nobody to see.
"Do you trust me?"
His voice breaks. And your heart does too. You close the gap between the two of you and kneel before the chair, slowly bringing your fingers up to take the cup of tea he holds so tightly so that his knuckles turning white, and put it down next to you on the floor.
"Tomura." , you whisper.
His hands moving to the side of the chair. You can tell, that he doesn't want to touch you and accidentally use his quirk on you. His eyes widen as you lean over him, cupping his face with your hands and softly caressing the scarred skin under his eyes.
"I love you so much, Tomura. I love you the way you are. I know I can trust you and that you would never hurt me, ever. You've got all my heart, Tomu.", you say before pressing your lips on his forehead.
A tear rolls down his cheek and he slowly close his eyes. Your words wandering through his whole body, causing his shoulders to lose their tension, making his heart skip a beat and his tummy get filled with all these stupid butterflies, he would never admit to feel. Your hands around his face make him feel so warm inside. So loved.
And as you tardily sit on his lap, your lips gently touching his, he knows that he is safe with you.