Pls Lemme Hug Him 😭 - Blog Posts

Imagine hugging him— his hand twitches, anything to ease this weird feeling. When he realizes it’s good weird and not bad weird, his hand relaxes. Not fully, but close enough.

Pls I just need more headcanons of tomura.

Not just nasty but the overly explicit little things like:

-He tends to really stare at something when he’s deep in thought—face tense, slightly frowning. Not even because he’s pissed… he just looks that way.

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-Back in his loser era, I imagine him in his shitty little room, surrounded by trash, empty cans cluttering his desk, the blue glow of the screen lighting up his face. At some point, he takes off his headphones and just sits there in silence, the only sound being the clicking of his mouse. He tries to fight off the raging, depressive thoughts that haunt him constantly. Tomura tenses his jaw, staring into the screen—but he’s not really seeing anything. It’s like a movie reels through his head: all the reasons the world keeps rejecting him, the way people look at him with disgust, and that twisted, masochistic belief that maybe he wants it that way. That he deserves to be hated, feared, unloved. And so, he hates the world back—because it’s the only thing that still makes sense.

Then he just boots up LoL, like none of it ever happened. Anything to escape that screaming, gnawing void that gets louder the second his mind isn’t buried in a screen.

Imagine him in the middle of the night—he can’t sleep. Partly because of the caffeine, but mostly because he's in a constant argument with himself. (Honestly, I don’t think he likes overly sweet energy drinks. There are green tea cans scattered around his room—unsweetened.)

He just lies there, staring at the ceiling, or into the dark. Nights are the worst. It’s when he’s completely alone with his thoughts, no distractions left.

That’s probably why he avoids sleep altogether.

But do you think he ever strokes his own arm, just trying to remember what warmth feels like? Would he allow himself to imagine what it’s like to be held?

When that hollow ache in his gut gets unbearable, maybe he even reaches for the disembodied hands of his family, holding them close—just so that small, buried part of him can remember what it felt like to be loved.