Tomura sat on the uneven wooden floor with his legs folded criss-cross. His forehead pushed against the little bars, keeping the baby inside. The bedroom was silent.

The occasional noise coming from y/n as she slept broke the quietness. Her periodic turning caused the bed's old springs to creak. Sometimes, she'd let out a small whimper. Tomura often wondered what she could be dreaming about. Tonight, however, Tomura found himself too distracted.

Tomura stared at the child, and Tomoru stared back at him. The infant's familiarly ruby eyes shone a bit in the moonlight. Tomura couldn't help but think about how they have the same eyes. It was a little weird. He scanned his face, wondering if he passed off his allergies to the baby.

Tomoru fussed in his crib; small whimpers escaped as he moved around. Tomura's gaze snapped towards the bed. He froze, anxiously waiting for y/n to wake up at any moment to check on her baby.

His bones relaxed. She was still fast asleep, cuddling her blankets in her arms. Something tugging at his hair brought Tomura's attention back to the crib.

Tomoru had pulled himself onto his belly and managed to crawl closer to Tomura. Last time he had crawled on his own, he watched y/n praise him over and over. Tomura opened his mouth, and then promptly closed it. He couldn't do it.

The blue-haired villain messed with the baby's hand in between his thumb and middle finger, trying to gently free his hair from the baby's grasp. Tomoru's skin felt soft under his fingertips. He wondered if the baby had gotten y/n's skin, after all.

After a bit of struggle, Tomura successfully pulled Tomoru's hand from his hair. The baby's fingers coiled around his finger. Tomura flinched as his grasp briefly tightened.

Tomura pushed his forehead against the bars yet again and looked down at the baby. "It's too bad." His voice was a low and raspy whisper. Tomoru looked at him, completely receptive to the sound of Tomura's voice.

Tomura continued to speak in a low tone as go not bother y/n. "That you had to be born into a world like this."

He watched Tomoru play with his fingers. Tomura kept his thumb tucked closed to his palm. "Things should have been fixed long before you were born. And now, you have to grow up in such a terrible world. I take the blame for that. I played too much."

The villain dug his fingertips into his palm and brushed his thumb lightly under Tomoru's eyes. Still very soft.

Tomura pulled his hand away from the crib and stood up. He looked down at the baby. Carefully, he ruffled his dark h/c hair with a pair of fingers, and gently pushed him onto his back. "I'll fix it. Bear with it for just a bit longer."

Y/n glanced over her shoulder. Tomura was fast asleep, his arms coiled around her torso, and his forehead pressed against her back, between her shoulders. She wanted to stay here, both her boys fast asleep and at peace. She couldn't ask for a moment any more perfect than now.

She heard her phone vibrate under her pillow. Slowly, y/n grabbed her phone and looked at it. "Hey! Come on! Let's go! Broker daddy found your person! Let's go, let's go!"

Y/n thoroughly regretted giving Buriki her phone number. Her phone vibrated again. He sent her a screenshot of his message, with a little red underline under the word seen. The image was paired with a set of eye emojis. Y/n sighed. She was caught.

Y/n pulled herself out of Tomura's hold. The blue-haired villain groaned in his sleep as he turned around so that his back faced her. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face. "So sorry," she whispered.

"I'm coming. Give me a bit," y/n texted. She tossed her phone onto her pillow; it bounced on the mattress. Y/n dug through the pile of clothes in the corner of the room and quickly changed.

Y/n swiped her phone up and gently woke up Tomoru. The baby whimpered as she held him in her arms. "I know, I'm sorry." Y/n hugged onto the baby close to her body and rocked him. She didn't want Tomoru to start crying and wake up Tomura. The last thing she needed was to have both of them upset.

Y/n stepped outside, lightly bouncing the baby in her arms and quietly shushing him. She swung the front door open and headed out. "Don't cry; you like spending time with uncle Jin, right?"

As soon as the door opened, y/n bowed her head. "I'm so sorry for the short notice. Thank you so much for watching him. I really appreciate it!"

The blonde villain rubbed the lit end of his cigarette against the door frame and dropped it on the ground. Behind him, y/n realized he had already created a cloud of her. The clone stood idly by. Her eyes fixed on the infant.

"It's fine. Honestly, the clone does most of the watching. I only really help whenever she asks for it." Twice carefully retrieved the baby from her arms, making sure to use his palm to support his head.

Hey, kiddo," Twice said; "hurry up and get a fucking quirk already. You gotta pull your weight around here!" Tomoru's lips quivered, and his eyes collected tears as he began to whimper at the sudden yelling. In unison, both y/n and the clone crossed their arms and stared at the blonde villain. Twice cleared his throat and silently apologized.

Y/n's attention turned to the clone. "Keep an eye on that. I don't want Tomo's first word to be a curse word."

The clone glanced over to y/n with a smirk. "Oh, I definitely will."

Before Twice closed the door, y/n saw the clone take Tomoru away from him. She cuddled the baby in her arms, shushing the child, while Twice apologized again and asked if she was mad. Feeling like Tomoru was in good hands, y/n headed down the stairs.

Y/n stopped at the last step. She had asked Buriki to meet her at Twice's hideout. Y/n listened to the eerie silence. She shifted where she stood, the stairs groaned under her.

A brief second of light shined against the wall. "I'm here!" Buriki announced. He turned around the corner and stopped in front of y/n.

"Tomo isn't coming?" he asked.

Y/n crossed her arms and furrowed her brows. "No, of course not."

Buriki snickered under his breath. "Can't protect him from the villain lifestyle forever," he muttered

Y/n glared. "I know that." Buriki's grin grew. She stepped outside and began walking down the street; the raven-haired man followed her lead.

He shoved his hands in his pocket as quickened his pace until he walked along y/n's side. "So, what do you want with this person."

"Information," y/n replied.

"Are you gonna kill them?" he asked.

She hesitated. "I don't think that's necessary."

Buriki went quiet. Too quiet. Unusually quiet. Y/n's suspicions grew, and she glanced over to him. His eyes reflected in the sunlight, almost brightening them into a seafoam color. The corners of his lips curled into a devilish smile.

Y/n rolled her eyes, giving in to whatever nonsense Buriki wanted to say. "What?"

"You..." His voice trailed off for a moment. He paused and leaned a little closer to her. "You don't do the dirty work, do you?"

Y/n recoiled a bit and raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

"You make hubby kill for you, don't you?" he inquired.

"That's none of your business," she snapped. A cherry undertone stained her cheeks.

He went silent again. Y/n picked up the sound of his metal brackets clacking against each other with each step Buriki took. She watched him in the corner of her eyes.

Buriki chuckled under his breath. "You've literally never killed anyone before, have you?" Y/n heard his mockingly playful tone slip for the first time since she's met him. Buriki sounded direct and serious. The unsettling mischievous grin that seemed forever glued onto his face vanished.

He paused, giving y/n enough time to respond. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and turned his head to look away from her. The air between the two went silent. The light jingle of Buriki's bracelets became the only noise coming from either of them. Y/n's attention shifted away from him as she slightly diverted away from him, creating a bit of space between the two as someone passed by in-between them. Y/n reclosed the gap as they passed.

"You should give it a whirl."

Y/n's head perked up as soon as he shattered the silence. Buriki was looking y/n's way. His grin returned. The dark-haired villain shrugged. "You can start with that Ozima person. Seems like convenient timing."

Y/n swung Giran's office door open, and she came face to face with Ozima. She stopped at the doorframe; her gaze wandered around the office as if she were looking for someone else.

Giran waved the two inside. Buriki lightly hummed to himself as he walked into the office. His emerald eyes peered down at Ozima, sitting at a chair across from Giran's desk. He folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall. Y/n felt Buriki's gaze on her; his smirk widened as their eyes met.

Y/n took a step past the doorframe. She stood next to Giran's desk and looked down at Ozima. A puff of smoke disappeared into the air. "This is Hana Ozima."

Ozima pulled back her thick, curly, hickory colored hair with her slender fingers, revealling a constallation of freckles on her face. Her eyes were as grey as the moon. They scanned the room before settling back on y/n. She was young. Y/n guessed that she couldn't possibly be older than twenty.

The room was unusually quiet. Ozima appeared to be timid. Y/n didn't know what to say. Buriki was easy. Once he started talking, y/n couldn't get him to stop. The two were like night and day.

Giran motioned his head ever so slightly towards Ozima. The look on his face almost felt like he was encouraging her to take a step forward and take the lead. Y/n's chest slowly raised as she breathed in.

"Were..." Y/n's voice trailed off. Both Giran and Buriki were looking at y/n with expectant eyes. "You're the one working with Okano?"

Y/n felt stupid for asking; it was like she was questioning Giran's find. However, Ozima wasn't acting how y/n thought she would. She knew better than anyone how she'd respond if someone asked her about Tomura. The last time was the detective. She fled immediately to gather her thoughts and make a plan. Ozima hasn't moved from her chair. She seemed nervous, but she wasn't squirming in her seat with excuses pouring from her mouth.

"I have," Ozima replied. Her voice was soft and delicate. If sound could have a feeling, her words would feel like a cloud. "Sort of."

Y/n folded her arms across her chest and stared at the curly-haired villain. This was the Ozima she was looking for after all. She was at a loss.

"Sort of?" Y/n didn't know what else to say. The best she could do was use what she had.

"I was looking for a job and he hired me." Her ashen eyes traveled to her feet. "It was just gathering information. Once I completed it, we parted ways."

Every question she answered arose more questions. Y/n felt like she was somehow taking steps back every time Ozima spoke. Y/n stood up straight, her brows knitted together. "Do you mind telling me what kind of information?"

"Where they would find The League of Villains." Y/n's heart sank. The name Okano was engraved into her mind forever, but she still hoped that she was wrong.

Y/n told her to keep talking. "I found the one called Spinner and gave his location to Okano. He sent someone to ambush him." Ozma fidgetted with her fingers as she spoke.

One detail was bothering y/n. She knew she couldn't continue without knowing the answer. "Why are you giving out this information? Shouldn't you be, I dunno, sworn to secrecy or something?"

A slender, ivory finger pointed in y/n's direction. She followed Ozima's gesture to Giran, sitting across from her. "That man paid double what Okano paid me." That didn't surprise y/n in the slightest.

"Hopefully, it wasn't too much," y/n muttered.

Giran chuckled, a stream of smoke escaping his nostrils. "I'd like to think of it as an investment for the future. A few years ago, I said you're gonna pay me back with a mansion when ya make it big. I changed my mind, I want that mansion on my own island. Plus, a yacht."

Y/n smiled at him. I guess I owe you something.

"Do you know where Okano is?" Y/n asked.

Ozima hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I think I do."

Y/n could see Buriki standing behind Ozima. He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He motioned his head towards the curly-haired villain and covered his mouth as he silently yawned. He then pointed to the back of her head with his fingers, making a gun gesture and pulling the trigger.

Y/n thought back to the conversation she and Buriki had on the way to Giran's office. His words stirred around in her head.

You can start with that Ozima person. Seems like convenient timing.

It was. He was right. Y/n was still just as outraged as everyone else in The League for Spinner's injuries. If it weren't for the fact that Spinner is quick on his feet when he needs to be, his wounds could have been much worse. He could have died. Here she was standing in front of the whole reason he had gotten hurt. If she didn't find him, he would have been fine. Everything would have been fine. She and Tomura wouldn't have even had their last argument.

Killing isn't a good look on ya.

He was right too. She thought about Tomoko. Y/n took full responsibility for her failure as a mother— even if it were an accident. She could never make up for what she did. What's done is done. Y/n wasn't sure if she could intentionally do something so permanent.

Y/n was a torrent inside, the two ideals clashing. Her eyes shifted up towards Buriki. He was fidgeting with a metal bead from one of his bracelets between his fingers. He glanced over from Ozima to y/n with wild excitement in his eyes.

Her heart was hammering in her chest. Buriki was ready to attack at her signal. However, neither of them knew what Ozima's quirk entailed.

Y/n stepped forward. She looked down at Ozima for a moment before bending down to meet the curly-haired villain at her level. "Well, I'd love it if you would join my little group."

In her peripherals, y/n noticed Buriki's face contort into a displeased look. "Boo!" he hissed. All eyes were momentarily on the dark-haired villain.

"Don't mind him." Ozima looked back towards y/n. "He needs to be the center of attention like a toddler." The grey-eyed girl giggled under her breath.

She hummed for a second, almost lost in thought. "Well, I don't know if I'd like being in an organized group. But sure. I'll give it a try."

"Thank you." Y/n smiled at Ozima.

Her little group had grown a number, and she had some information that would make Tomura happy. Y/n couldn't wait to use it as a bribe to get him to spend time with Tomoru finally.

Author's note:

Thank you to Sho_Cece for letting me borrow their OC ❤❤❤