Tomura wasn't around when y/n woke up. She didn't think anything of it. Instead, she made her way to the crib and retrieved her baby and a small bag of his toys.

She placed her baby boy on the bed and lounged next to him on her side. She lightly ran her hand along his back while he laid down on his tummy. Y/n dangled a colorful set of oversized plastic keys in front of him. She watched Tomoru hold onto the toy in his hands, sometimes he'd chew on them.

The sun warmed y/n's back as she watched Tomoru play. She cuddled Tomoru close to her, feeling his soft, slightly messy hair against her cheek. Outside her window, she heard birds chirping in a nearby tree. Y/n was utterly at peace. In a safe room with just her and her baby boy.

Her peace was broken by her phone as it vibrated against the mattress. She reached out and looked at the name. It was Twice. Before answering, she prayed it was good news, preferring to not hear someone else got injured.

"Hey, Shigaraki asked me to pass along a little message." Y/n stayed quiet, waiting to hear what Tomura needed of her. "He wants you to go to our designated meeting spot."

Out several miles away from the little shack, stood an old, dirty warehouse where The League met. Even though y/n had been technically removed from The League of Villains, she had been to the rendezvous location a small handful of times. While y/n would typically get up and leave as soon as possible, one tiny thing stopped her. "Tomoru?"

Twice hesitated for a moment. "Well, I guess you could drop the little guy with me. I can make a proper clone to take care of him."

Y/n couldn't thank Twice enough for watching Tomoru. If it wasn't for him, she couldn't imagine doing half of the things Tomura request of her.

She thanked Twice over and over again as she dressed Tomoru in something else. Twice promised her that he didn't mind, The League was currently in hiatus between jobs, so he had time to spare.

The trip to Twice's temporary motel room took her a hair above an hour. When she arrived, y/n had noticed Twice had already made a clone. Y/n carefully handed Tomoru off to the clone. She had a gentle, motherly look on her face as she cradled the infant in her arms. Y/n thanked Twice again before setting off to the warehouse.

Y/n pushed all of her weight into the heavy iron doors of the warehouse. A fog of dust and dirt swirled in the air. The humid air almost made it too difficult to breathe. Y/n clasped her hands over her mouth as she coughed, feeling as if she had gotten debris stuck in the back of her throat.

Although the sun was high in the sky, the warehouse was dimly lit. Y/n narrowed her eyes and tried to find Tomura before taking a step into the Hideout. A deep groan caught her attention, making her hair raise. It didn't sound a thing like Tomura, which only partially put her mind at ease. She cautiously began to traverse the room. The closer she got to the other side of the building, the more easily she could make out two darkened figures.

One figure was low to the ground. The other was looming over. "Y/n." The shadow standing moved, she could faintly make out the figure reaching out for her. Like a fish to bait, y/n approached the outstretched hand. Tomura.

Three fingers wrapped around her wrist. Tomura gave y/n a firm tug towards him. He placed y/n in front of him, his hands on her shoulder, lifting his ring fingers.

Her eyes were fixed in front of her. A man was on the concrete floor. His legs mangled to the point that they were bending invertedly. Her gaze shifted up to Tomura, she raised a brow, not sure which question to ask first. Who is this? Why is she here? Was hurting him really necessary?

It was like Tomura knew what was running through her head. "This guy's name is Ueda. He's the person Giran's informant found for us."

Tomura's hands slipped from her shoulders. He knelt beside the injured man and placed four fingers along his neck. "And who gave out our location?" Tomura asked.

The man's breathing became erratic, his eyes were wide and wild. He stammered and sputtered as he talked. "I don't know! Someone who had recently escaped from Tartarus."

His words made y/n's blood run cold. Tomura released the man from his hold. "I knew he was no good," Tomura growled.

"Buriki?" y/n asked. She crossed her arms and furrowed her brows. "You think he did it?"

"I don't think, I know!" Tomura's voice was sharp. His eyes were rage-filled. In a low town, akin to a growl, the blue-haired villain continued. "Now we have this mess to deal with."

"No." Y/n spoke in a matter of fact tone. She made sure to sound calm as she spoke. Inside, however, this whole situation put her on edge. It felt off. "I don't think that's right."

Tomura's expression went blank for a moment, the frown on his face shortly returned. "And what makes you say that?"

Y/n motioned her head to Ueda. "He said it was someone from Tartarus. He never gave a name. You know, as much as I do that, more than one prisoner escaped. It's not fair to blame Buriki when there isn't any evidence." Y/n felt like Tomura was pushing her into a corner. Her heart was pounding, and her chest felt tight.

"Why are you defending him?!" Tomura yelled.  Now it was like he was twisting her words. She wasn't necessarily defending Buriki, y/n simply didn't think it was right to blame him for something he didn't do. She knew from personal experience how much it hurt.

"You barely know him, there's no reason for you to be so attached to him!" That was the final straw.

"Because I know I'm right!" Y/n matched Tomura's volume. Her throat stung. The outburst surprised y/n; she couldn't remember the last time she yelled that loud.

It was apparent it shocked Tomura. He didn't have a comeback or anything to say. He was just quiet. His eyes on her. Tomura's unusual quietness made her even more anxious.

"Don't be stupid." Those three words set y/n off. She felt herself boiling inside.

She was trying to keep her hands steady, but they were now trembling. "Why don't you ever listen to me?!" Her throat was on fire, but she fought through it. If Tomura was going to raise his voice at her, then she was going to do the same.

"Why don't you listen to me?! I told you not to go to Tartarus, and what did you do?" Y/n didn't respond, his argument was invalid. It wasn't fair if she didn't go with everyone else.

Her gaze shifted to the man on the floor. She knelt in front of him. "You never heard us talking," y/n muttered.

Ueda's face went blank. Behind her, she heard Tomura ask what she was doing. Y/n turned around and scowled back at him. "Proving a point." Tomura crossed his arms and stepped back.

Y/n returned her gaze to the villain in front of her. She lightly traced the tip of her fingernail along his neck. She leaned forward, speaking close to his ear, fearing that her quirk would bounce back to Tomura. "There's a rope tied around your neck. I'm going to tighten it in a bit."

Y/n sat up straight as Ueda's body went limp. After a moment, he began to struggle. His fingers dug into his throat, blood trickled down his neck as his nails broke skin. Ueda tried desperately to pull off a rope that didn't exist.

Now that she was closer to him, y/n could see him better. She saw the fear in his eyes as he spoke to himself. "Why won't this damn thing come off! Get this off!"

As the fear sunk in, he became more aggressive. His fingertips were coated with a red hue as he ripped away at his skin. "Do you remember who tipped off your group now?"

"Like I'd ever tell you, bitch," he spat. He squirmed a but in his place.

Y/n reminded herself to stay calm. She was the one in control. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "I tightened the rope."

The man went unconscious when he came to, his pale face turned a deep red. He gasped for air while he clawed at his neck. Y/n pressed him again. "Who told you where The League was hiding?"

He refused. Y/n pointed to her empty hand. "You see this spoon?" She saw his gaze shift, paying close attention to the nonexistent utensil. "How much do you think it would hurt if I used it yo pull out an eye? How about we find out?"

He began to violently squirm around; his injured legs stopped him from moving too much. "No, please, no."

"Then give me a name," y/n replied. She crossed her arms and waited. Ueda refused. "Well, then I guess I have to."

His screams of agony echoed throughout the warehouse, bouncing along the walls and making its way back to the three. Y/n, calmly, asked again for a name. Once again, he refused. He writhed on the floor, his convulsions becoming more and more wild and erratic. "I can't see," he lamented. He repeated those words over and over in a low, pathetic tone just barely over a whisper.

Ueda was moving around too much for y/n's liking. She leaned in close to him, piling on yet another lie. His limbs bound to his body. He whimpered as a string of imaginary barbed wire tied around him. "Let me go!" He demanded. Y/n could hear his wavering confidence. He stopped struggling, sobbing over the wire, stabbing into his skin. Y/n asked again. She reminded him that all she needed was a name. He refused.

Y/n stacked lies on top of lies. He wailed in agony each time y/n came up with something different. Cutting limbs off with a rusted blade. Waterboarding. Hooking him with fish hooks and pulling at the string. Whatever y/n came up with, she used. Y/n occasionally offered him mercy, all she needed was a name.

The man was a mess. He sobbed to himself, utterly broken inside. He bawled on the cold, concrete floor over injuries that never happened. The genuine pain he felt was too much. Y/n opened her mouth, ready to inform him that she had a gun. "Please," he cried; "I give. I'll tell you."

Y/n closed her mouth, her lips pressed into a line. She folded her arms across her chest. "Go on."

Tears and snot ran down the side of his face. Ueda attempted to curl forward, but it caused him to whimper out in pain. He muttered to himself, crying to himself about how much pain he was in. "Ozima," he breathed.

Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She glanced at the time, it took her an hour to get this name. "You gave in a little too late," she mumbled. She looked up at the man, there wasn't much she could do. Wounds heal over time, and eventually, the pain he felt will fade away. However, some of the damage was now permanent, namely the missing limbs and eye.

Y/n had her name. Ozima. She rose to her feet and turned away. A cold pair of hands gripped onto her shoulders, stopping her from walking any further.

Tomura looked down at y/n. He never thought she'd have the fortitude to cause so much pain on another person. The blue-haired villain felt pride, joy, and a whirlwind of other emotions inside. He made him warm, and his chest felt heavy. His hands slipped from her shoulders, and his arms coiled around her. He felt her warmth against his face.

Y/n moved in his arms. He squeezed tighter, trying to keep her still. No more than a few moments later, she freed herself from his arms. Y/n looked up at him. She had a pained look in her eyes that made Tomura stop breathing. The frown on her face made him feel like she had just stabbed his heart. He's been the source of y/n's pain many times before, but this time, the look she gave him was different. He felt empty inside.

She paused for a moment before turning away from him. She kept her head down, wiping away her eyes with the palms of her hands. Y/n stormed out of the warehouse, leaving Tomura with his thoughts and the man sobbing on the floor.

Tomura glanced over to the man. He was pleading for death. The blue-haired villain wasn't in a good mood, this was just what he needed. Tomura slowly approached Ueda. He reached down and grabbed the man by the throat. He writhed and squirmed under Tomura's grasp, violently thrashing about.

After a moment, he stopped. The remnants of Ueda slipped through Tomura's fingers.

He slowly walked home alone. He swung open the door and slipped inside. Tomura's eyes scanned the room. No one. He listened, wholly expecting to hear y/n's voice reading to Tomoru. Nothing.

He glanced around the room, unable to find y/n. "Probably going to pick up wherever she left the boy."

He laid down in bed and closed his eyes. Tomura couldn't get the saddened look on y/n's face from his eyes.

Tomura opened his eyes. The room was dark, and the moon was out. He glanced to his side, expecting y/n to be sound asleep next to him and Tomoru in his crib. No one.

He reached inside his pillowcase and pulled out the broken pair of handcuffs. Tomura fidgeted with it in his hands for a moment, playing with the broken cuff. He vacantly opened and closed it between his thumbs and middle fingers.

Tomura placed it down to his side and reached into his pillowcase yet again, retrieving a slip of paper. He glanced over the paper. It was old and worn with age. The edges were fuzzy, and the words were faded. Tomura zoned out as he stared at it.

His eyes felt heavy. Treating the paper as a precious thing, he carefully placed it down. The villain reached for y/n's pillow and rubbed his cheek against the fabric. Y/n's scent littered the pillowcase.

The sun shone in his face. Tomura grimaced as he rolled over. The blue-haired villain got himself out of bed, he glanced into the crib on his way out of the room, no baby. He took a look around the shack and outside. The Nomu was vacantly sitting behind the building. However, y/n was nowhere to be found.

Tomura hummed. He had a good feeling where she'd be hiding. Tomura grabbed his facemask and coat and headed out.

The blue-haired villain pounded his fist against the wooden door. He lowered his facemask as he paced in front of the door while he waited.

The door opened. Giran straightened out his tie and suit. "You're here a lot earlier than I expected," he mumbled.

"Where is she?" Tomura asked.

Giran motioned his head towards the inside of his office. "Inside," he replied. Tomura took a step forward, but Giran stepped in his way. "Nope, I'm not letting you in."

Tomura snarled. "What? Why?"

"She's still fuming," Giran replied. "This is more for your protection."

"Cut out being so protective, its not like you're her father or anything." Tomura gritted his teeth. He placed his hand on Giran's shoulder, keeping his middle finger off him. "Let me through," Tomura demanded.

Giran chuckled. "What can I say, it seems like people with the same quirk-type try to stick together."

Tomura understood why y/n was upset. However, he didn't understand why she was so upset. She's never raised her voice at him. Y/n has always been so patient with him.

Giran continued. "She's just upset all around. Stress from things back in Ogura, that I have no place talking about. On top of that, having you ignore Lil Tomo day in and day out. Then whatever your last argument was about, I don't know the details about that. She's just upset and needs space right now."

Tomura leaned to the side a bit. He saw an open side room door. Tomura caught small glimpses of y/n pacing around with Tomoru cuddled in her arms.

His attention returned to Giran, the blue-haired villain scowled. It wasn't fair, he had been trying. Was it his fault that y/n was asleep during his small attempts? Tomura didn't think so.

Tomura glanced inside again. The door had closed between the first time he looked and this time. He felt frustrated. What more can he do?

Giran sighed. "I swear, you two are shortening my lifespan."

Giran's words brought Tomura back into the present. The older villain closed the door, standing outside of his office with Tomura. He lit up a cigarette. "So, what was yesterday's argument about?"

Tomura hesitated. He knew what happened, but he didn't want to say it. He paced back and forth. "I fucked up," he muttered.

"I questioned her judgment," he said.

Giran breathed out. A fog of smoke filled the air. He rubbed the lighted tip of his cigarette with his thumb and index finger. "I see," he said; "give her some time. No matter how much she says she says she wants to stay away from you, we all know she doesn't mean it. Y/n always finds herself looking for you."

Giran held the cigarette in his hand, bending it up between his fingers. He opened the office door and slid inside. "She says she's done with you two, but I dunno. I can relay your thoughts but I guess the rest is up to her."

The door closed, leaving Tomura alone.