Just like second nature, y/n's hand slipped from Tomura's wrist. In one fluid motion, she held onto a pair of his fingers.

Her chest squeezed as she led him towards the door. The pain and stress grew, the closer she got to Giran's office. Y/n paused for a second before swinging the door open.

Y/n's grip on Tomura's fingers eased as the door squeaked open. She took quick, anxious steps to Giran. "I'll take him," y/n whispered.

Giran spoke in a tone that matched y/n's. "I'm going to step out." He made a motion to signal that he was going to go smoke. "Call me if anything happens." Y/n nodded. The older villain got up, he greeted Tomura as he made his way to the door. Her hold on Tomoru tightened a bit as soon as she heard the door close.

She took a deep breath and turned around. Tomura was standing by the door on the other side of the room. However, even at a distance, y/n could see his eyes. He was looking at the baby in her arms. It felt like her stomach was twisting. Y/n wished she knew what he was thinking, to prepare herself for what was going to happen.

She walked up to Tomura. His gaze remained on the baby. Y/n shifted how she held him, to give the blue-haired villain a better view of Tomoru. She hesitated before speaking. "This is Tomoru."

Tomura didn't say anything. He merely continued to stare. Y/n gave the villain a weak smile. "He's about two months old."

Once again, Tomura didn't say anything. Her smile faltered a bit. "He's such a good little boy. A complete sweetheart."

Y/n stopped talking; instead, she waited for Tomura to say something. The room went uncomfortably silent. Y/n was too stressed to continue waiting for him. "Would you like to hold him? Its a little scary the first few times, but it's not hard at all."

"Pass."

If words could physically hurt, Tomura's reply would have felt like a stab to the heart. Y/n fluttered her eyes, feeling tears starting to collect. She knew that Tomura rejecting the baby was a possibility, but she didn't he would. Tomoru was part of him. How could he possibly reject something he helped to make?

The door swung open. Both y/n and Tomura looked over, Giran rubbed his cigarette against the doorframe before entering. His eyes flashed down at y/n for a moment. "So, what kind of quirk do ya think this little guy will have when he's older? Both your quirks are strong in their own way. It would be interesting if he inherited either Decay or Liar. What do ya think a mix of both your quirks will look like? Mind control through touch, maybe? Disintegrating lies? There's a lot of potential here."

Giran gave y/n a sly smile, and the two glanced over towards Tomura. His eyes were fixed on Tomoru. "I'm going home."

"If ya give me a bit of time, I can rent out a truck, and we can take Tomoru's big things all in one go." Tomura looked at Giran, his eyes narrowed a bit. He turned around and sat down on the couch.

Y/n leaned up against the desk as she stared at Tomura. He was hunched forward a bit, his forearms resting on his legs, and his fingers interlocked together. He kept his head down. Ever since he had sat down on the couch, she hadn't seen him look up at her nor the baby.

In the background, y/n heard Giran talking on the phone. She didn't bother listening in on what he was saying, her attention was split between Tomura and Tomoru.

A loud, high pitched cry filled the room. Giran began to apologize for the sudden noise as he stepped out of the room. Y/n noticed the air around Tomura felt stressed. He was tapping his thumb anxiously against the back of his hand.

By now, y/n was used to Tomoru's crying. However, she was sure Tomura was on edge by the sobbing. Has Tomura ever heard a baby cry in real life? Y/n doubted it.

She held Tomoru close to her and cuddled him as she slid into the bedroom. Y/n sat down at the edge of the bed. "I bet you're hungry," y/n whispered. She always tried her best to speak to Tomoru in either a soft tone or a playful tone. With Tomura as his father, wanted or not, Tomoru was bound to have his struggles.

Y/n wanted to be his safety net. If there was anyone in this world that she wished for Tomoru to feel safe being around, it would be her.

Y/n hummed a little song while she fed Tomoru. Through the door, she could hear Giran talking. It sounded like he was talking to Tomura. She listened intently, trying to listen in for Tomura.

She couldn't hear him, y/n wouldn't be surprised if he was still silent. As she cuddled her baby close to her, she considered other reasons for why Tomura was so withdrawn. Maybe he's just shocked? She did just show him a baby and tell him it was his, no doubt it would come as a surprise.

The thought gave y/n a small ray of hope. Yes, he's just surprised. He didn't reject Tomoru.

The door cracked open. "Feeding!" y/n called out.

She heard the door close immediately, followed by Giran clearing his throat. "Sorry." Y/n looked down at the baby. She mentally promised him that he was loved.

Y/n cuddled Tomoru close to her chest as she watched Giran and Tomura pull Tomoru's crib into the large truck Giran had secured. The one-sided conversation she had heard earlier was apparently Giran trying to convince the blue-haired villain to help him carry the big things. She looked up at the star stained night sky as the trucks idling engine revved.

Giran swung the passenger door open. "Why don't you and Tomoru sit down? We will pack everything up." Y/n wanted to help, but someone had to hold the baby. She nodded, albeit a bit reluctantly, and sat in the truck. The door slammed beside her, and Tomoru shifted in her arms, whimpering lightly. Y/n gently rocked him as she watched the two villains pack away y/n's things under the veil of darkness.

The driver-side door closed. Y/n glanced over and saw Giran. He put the car into drive, and it began to lightly rock as it moved. "What about Tomura?"

The older villain motioned his head to the back of the truck. "He said he'd prefer to sit with all the stuff." Y/n sighed as soon as she heard Giran's words. "You have some serious patience to pick someone like him." Y/n let out an airy giggle. Some things genuinely never change.

Y/n leaned against the door and watched the world fly by through the window. Every so often, she felt her eyelids grow heavy. After a small battle to keep them open, y/n sat up straight. She couldn't afford to sleep while holding the baby.

Y/n and Giran talked as they drove. Tomura was the center of their conversation. Y/n learned that Giran overheard Tomura refuse to hold the baby. His quirk talk was meant to help. "I think that's what ya gotta do. Just talk Tomo up. He's going to have a strong quirk no matter who he takes after. Remind Shigaraki that from time to time."

Y/n tilted her head. "Do you think that will work?"

Giran shrugged. "It did for you." Y/n furrowed her brows and gave him a confused look. Giran continued. "He didn't seem that fond of ya when I took you in. He liked your quirk, though. So, he had to man up and deal with it."

Y/n didn't like the thought of Tomura tolerating Tomoru for his potential quirk. However, Giran had a point. If he was invested in his quirk, it gave the two time to bond.  Y/n held onto a shred of hope that Tomura will warm up to the idea of being a father.

Steering wheel in one hand and his phone in the other, Giran jumped back and forth between paying attention to the road and looking at the map he pulled up. The truck jerked, and y/n instinctively held Tomoru tighter.

"Ah, sorry, I shoulda warned ya that we're going to be offroadin' for a bit." The truck slowed down as Giran carefully traversed the beaten-down path, swerving around stray branches in his way. Y/n's heart was pounding. The possibility of the truck tipping over made her nervous.

After a few, uncomfortable minutes of bumps and the truck's wheels potentially getting stuck in the mud, Giran slowed to a stop. Y/n pulled the blanket she had swaddled Tomoru in closer to his face before stepping out. Y/n heard the low rumble of the back door sliding open. She guessed Giran was most likely letting Tomura out.

Y/n swung the door open and stepped out of the truck. She noticed Tomura was already headed inside. Y/n stepped next to Giran and looked at the little broken down shack Tomura was calling home. Giran leaned in close to y/n's ear and spoke in a low tone. "We haven't unpacked yet. It's not too late to change your mind."

She smiled at Giran. "Sure, it's a little rough on the outside, but I'm sure it's better inside."

Y/n could feel Giran's judgemental gaze as they got closer and closer to the little shack. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges; the older villain held the door open as y/n entered.

Tomura was lying down on a couch, y/n had to squint to see him. "Doesn't this place have electricity, at least?" Giran asked.

"No," Tomura grumbled.

Behind her, y/n heard Giran hum in an I told you so type of manner. Y/n rolled her eyes. "No electricity means no heat or running water, huh?"

Y/n poked at her cheek with her tongue. She knew precisely what Giran was trying to do. Y/n was determined to be stubborn on the matter. She wanted Tomura to raise Tomoru with her, if that meant she needed to make some sacrifices and be a little creative to get by, then so be it.

"It's a fixer-upper. The front door needs some new hinges. And I'm sure a generator will pop up somewhere." Y/n tried her best to sound positive. "It's a little out of the way, but that's probably safer. I'm sure with a bit of work, this place could be really nice."

Giran hummed in a disappointed manner. "Do ya have any plans to fix up the place?" He folded his arms across his chest.

"No," Tomura repeated. Deep down, y/n wished he would lie just this once to get Giran off her back.

She felt a hand lightly grab her shoulder. "You can't be serious?" Y/n smiled at Giran and promised everything will be fine. He sighed, and his hold weakened. The older villain continued in a low, somber tone. "Let me know if ya change your mind. I'll get you as soon as possible." Y/n nodded.

His gaze shifted over to Tomura. "Gonna help me pull the stuff out of the back?"

Tomura didn't say anything for a while. He growled under his breath before standing up and following Giran outside. Y/n couldn't help but notice how reluctant Tomura was being. She began to wonder if he actually wanted her and Tomoru there after all.

Y/n sat on the couch while the two villains hauled Tomoru's things into the little broken-down shack. Tomura insisted everything gets placed in the back room. The blue-haired man was stern about that, going as far as snapping at y/n when she gave Tomoru a toy to fumble with. He informed her that she better take that toy to the back when she's done with it.

Y/n couldn't help but notice Giran, who had a smug smile on his face. She smiled at Tomura and promised she will put everything in the back when they were done moving.

As promised, y/n put Tomoru's things away as soon as they were finished. Tomura returned to the couch and picked up an old, worn book. With the baby in her arms, y/n walked Giran to the front door. "My offer still stands."

"We'll be fine." She gave him a reassuring smile. Giran sighed before leaving. She watched him walk to the truck. The engine revved up in the distance. She stood at the old door frame and watched the headlights vanish into the distance.

She turned around. The shack seemed a lot darker now. Her gaze traveled to Tomura, he was keeping his head down. She opened her mouth to speak but immediately shut it. This was the first time she genuinely didn't know what to say to Tomura. Even back when y/n was terrified of the blue-haired villain, she never felt like their conversations were forced. Now was different; everything about the scene in front of her felt off.

She quietly carried Tomoru to the backroom. Moonlight peering in from an open window gave y/n just enough light to see. Tomoru's crib was pushed into the back corner, and it seemed like Tomura brought a few things from the old ranch-style house to this little shack.

She recognized the computer collecting dust across the room from Tomoru's crib. As well as the bed pushed against the furthest back wall.

Y/n slowly traversed the dimly lit room to the crib. She gently laid Tomoru down for a nap. "Today has been a long day for you," y/n whispered. She stood next to the crib and looked down at her baby. She watched him yawn before closing his eyes.

Now with the baby asleep, y/n didn't know what to do. Should she go outside and try to make up for all the lost time and reconnect with Tomura? She was exhausted, maybe she should go to sleep. Was she still allowed to sleep in the bed? Surely Tomura expected her to use this room if he insisted Tomoru's crib be placed here. One question drilled into y/n's mind much harder than all the others. Was Tomura still going to use this room?

He's been distant before, but this time it was different. She knew what exactly was making him stay away. The baby. Y/n didn't know what to do.

Y/n sat down on the bed. She grabbed the pillow closest to her and hugged it. Tomura's scent faintly lingered on it. Her hold tightened into a squeeze.

Y/n laid down and stared out the open window as a night breeze invaded the room. The calming scene of trees swaying and the stars in the background eased her mind a bit.

"Do not go back there!" Y/n jolted up. She sat in the bed in a confused haze. The moonlight that was lighting the room was gone and replaced with sunlight. Y/n knew she was tired, but she didn't expect to pass out.

Y/n stretched before getting out of bed to check up on Tomoru. She picked him up and cuddled him, whispering soft good mornings to the baby. Behind her, a voice chirped up. "But I wanna see her! It's been a year, Tomura!"

Y/n heard the doorknob jiggle, then Tomura's voice. "I'll kill you if you open that door!"

All the yelling and screaming outside of the room was clearly starting to upset Tomoru. He began to fuss in her arms, whimpering as he did so. Y/n picked up his pacifier, in an attempt to calm him down and stop him from crying.

It didn't work. Tomoru began to loudly cry. Y/n's motherly instinct kicked in, and she began to lightly bounce the baby and offer him kisses.

After trying every trick she knew to get Tomoru to calm down, he eventually stopped sobbing. Y/n noticed no one outside of the room had said anything since Tomoru started crying.

The door slowly swung open. A bight eyed Himiko was standing at the entrance, looking into the room with a confused expression. Tomura was standing in front of her, trying to block her view of the room. In the background, y/n could see a few other familiar faces peering inside at a distance.

Himiko pushed Tomura out of the way. Her smile grew as she took her first few steps into the room. She wrapped her arms around y/n and pulled away. Himiko looked down at Tomoru with a flat expression that y/n couldn't quite read. Her smile returned. "When Tomura said he was coming to get you, we all came to visit. He tried canceling on us, but he was a bit too late."

"I knew something was going on between you two. Look at that mini Tomura!" she cooed. Himiko held out her arms. "I want to hold the baby!"

Y/n was surprised Himiko accepted Tomoru almost instantly. She didn't even seem shocked. Then again, she had been rooting for y/n and Tomura to get together since day one.

Albeit a bit reluctantly, y/n handed Tomoru to Himiko. She lightly giggled as she held onto him. Taking a step back, y/n finally had a chance to look at her. She was different.

It seems she retired the school uniform she often wore. Himiko was dressed in a light coat, wearing a T-shirt and jeans underneath. Her golden hair was pulled back. She certainly looked older, she wasn't the same teenaged girl that y/n remembered teasing her the first time they met.

"What's his name?" Himiko's question broke her train of thought.

Y/n felt her body heat up, she hesitated before giving the blonde villain a proper answer. "Tomoru." Himiko giggled and gave her a toothy smile, lightly poking fun at the fact that she even named the baby after Tomura in an excited tone.

"No, not you too," Tomura demanded. Twice slid under the blue-haired villain's arm and walked up to y/n and Himiko.

He tapped his chin as he studied Tomoru behind his mask. "Cute kid, I hate him." Y/n anxiously thanked him.

It seems everyone else was keeping their distance. Spinner and Compres appeared to be intrigued by the miniature stranger. Dabi, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall adjacent to the door. Every so often, his icy gaze would flash in y/n's direction.

Y/n retrieved the baby from Himiko. The younger villain then wrapped her arm around y/n's and gave her a gentle tug. "C'mon, we've all missed you!" Y/n's gaze shifted to Dabi. Something told her that wasn't true.

Allowing Himiko's pulling to take the lead, y/n followed her towards the door. Tomura looked down at the baby for a moment before he stepped away, giving the four just enough space to leave the room.

Y/n felt Tomura's sharp gaze on her and Tomoru as she rejoined The League for the first time in a year. Spinner and Compress gathered to take a look at the baby. Dabi kept his distance, but y/n could tell he was listening.

The only one who was genuinely disconnected from everything going on was Tomura. Everyone watched him leave the little shack, slamming the door behind him.