tulip in a cup

i wanna share a pack of the flavoured cigarettes they get in japan with tomura, one with a menthol or lavender taste. tomura has ended up on your lap as you blow smoke through his parted lips, watching the way his pupils dilate behind slow blinks as he blows the air back. he inches closer and closer to you with every puff and soon enough his rough lips are brushing yours and he’s guiding your hand from his waist to his abdomen under his hoodie where he “feels weird”

i think tomura would like to sleep with his face either buried into your pillow or in your neck, that way your legs can get all tangled and he can climb half on top of you. However. feeling your arms wrap around his torso and pull his back to your chest tight, as close as physically possible makes him feel sooooo warm and like he’s melting and before he knows it his head is kinda fuzzy from how relaxed he feels and he can’t control the way his body twitches when you run your hands up and down his chest and across his tummy under his shirt