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Ren is SUCH a wet dog this season, every single episode he appears in he comes off as this PATHETIC SOPPING WET DOG MAN that is trying really hard to look cool!!
"I'm working hard mining with you guys! I'm organizing!" - Doesn't contribute anything, gets mocked by his co-workers
"No guys!! My game is really difficult!!! If you die you don't get anything!! There's no exceptions!!!" - Dies while doing a basic task
"I'm going to make a big tower!! So menacing!!" - Makes a tiny tiny tower, gets mocked by his neighbors
"Guys please help I'm stuck on my tower" - Fucking dies again
He keeps trying, no one buys it, cleo mocks him, beef mocks him, iskall mocks him, even MUMBO JUMBO is making fun of him at this point.
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Tomura x Reader
word count: 800+
(You try and convince Tomura to take a break from his games and come to bed at a reasonable time for once.)
disclaimer/content warning: no warnings apply! sfw, soft tomura, maybe quirkless au?? i donβt really know, i just love and miss him a lot and wanna take care of him.
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Itβs lateβ nearly two AMβ and the glow of the moon trying to creep in through the gaps of the curtains competes with the glow emanating from the trio of computer screens currently in use in the other corner of the room.
βTomuβ¦β you murmur, half a groan and half a whine, as you turn over beneath the covers. βCome to bedβ¦β
Itβs so warm here, your body heat seeping through the sheets, the oversized t-shirt youβre wearingβ one of his shirts, the soft black cotton displaying the fading decal of some game he used to likeβ clinging to your drowsy form like a veil of comfort and familiarity.
If you buried your nose in the collar, it still smelled faintly like him, despite you basically having claimed it for your own a few weeks back.
From across the room, Tomura sits before his three monitor display, the soft light from the screens shifting the colors cast across his face in a fast-paced rainbow, reds and blues and greens illuminating the pale waves of his hair.
Itβs almost to his shoulders again. Youβll have to convince him to let you give it a trim soon.
βTomuraaaaaaβ¦β you whine a little louder, drawing his attention that time as he shifts his headset so only one ear is covered.
βOk, just one more round,β he replies, something almost apologetic in his tone, no more irked grumbling or sarcastic attitude present like he used to respond to such a request in the past.
You basically had to drag him away from the computer, once upon a time. If you didnβt, heβd be playing right up until the sun was about to rise.
You rolled over onto your other side, facing away from the glow of the screens, letting your eyes fall closed once more, the constant mashing of buttons clicking softly to fill the otherwise silent room.
Whatever game heβs decided to log into tonight, the rounds are long. After ten minutes heβs still playing, one or two curses hissed out under his breath when his character takes a hit or someone else on his team messes up.
You turn again, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the light. Once the room becomes clear, you can see just how focused Tomura is. Like heβs locked in. Like heβs entranced. The way his fingers fly across every button and joystick of the controller like its second nature to him.
But itβs been nearly twenty minutes.
Enough is enough.
You sigh and rise from the warm comfort of the bed, padding over with bare feet to where he sits in his big gaming chairβ a birthday present youβd surprised him with last year. He glances over at you for a split second, trying to conceal the slight guilt that pangs inside him.
βMake roomβ¦β you say, and he obliges, pushing back a bit from the desk so you can curl up against him, sharing your sated warmth with him in hopes of coaxing him to bed.
βSwear Iβm almost done,β he says, shifting a bit to allow you to get comfortable, pressing your chest to his, legs straddling his waist, arms draped loosely around him as your head rests against his shoulder.
You can just barely hear the up-beat battle music muffled through his headset, the looping audio somehow making you even more tired despite the high-energy pulse of it.
Before long, you feel yourself dozing off again, that heavy, floating feeling of the moments right before you sink into sleep dripping through you like thick syrup, honey sweet.
Not two minutes after your body had gone slack and heavy against his own, the round ends and Tomura logs out of the game, one hand carefully pressed against your back to hold you in place as he leans slightly forward to place his controller on the desk. He puts his computer to sleep, the screens fading to black.
And now, it seems, itβs time for him to put you to sleep too.
Youβre passed out, completely dead to the world, breathing slow and shallow, head beginning to loll as he carefully shifts to splay his big palms under your thighs, carefully lifting you as he stands, carrying you to the bed and placing you back among the rumpled sheets.
Once youβre all tucked in again, Tomura slips out of his jeans and puts on a fresh t-shirtβ a habit you worked hard to instill in him, something about not sleeping in your day clothes or wearing your sleep clothes during the dayβ and then joins you under the covers, snuggling up next to you and gently cradling you in his arms.
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before allowing his own eyes to fall shut, hoping to meet you somewhere in your dreams.
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