Y/n's nerves were on high alert for weeks, the detective's last words rubbed off as a subtle threat. We will be in touch. Not a day went by where y/n thought about that single sentence.

Had she not convinced the detective that she had nothing to do with Tartarus? Has he figured out Atsuko was a false identity she had paid Giran for? The more she acted like nothing was wrong, the more suspicious she was that something was going on behind the scenes.

She wondered if it was time to pack up her and Tomoru's things and move elsewhere. Y/n wasn't sure. Traveling around with a child while also trying to cover her tracks was no easy feat; besides, y/n wasn't sure she had the money or resources to do it.

As far as the bar was concerned, not much changed after y/n had told Mr. Goda an alternate version of her story. Y/n refrained from mentioning that she was part of The League of Villains; instead, she stuck with the story he had heard her tell the detective. She was merely an acquaintance of The League's leader, while also the mother of his child. She was grateful for everything Mr. Goda has done for her so far, but she still couldn't trust anyone outside of her family. It wasn't anything personal; she was merely cautious.

He began slowly calling y/n by her name, when the two were alone, though sometimes Atsuko still slipped out of his mouth. Mr. Goda didn't want to risk confusing the patrons. Y/n was welcome to continue working at the bar, and their previous arrangements regarding Tomoru were intact.

"Hey, bar girl!" Y/n kept her head down and continued cleaning a table sitting across the room. It was too early to deal with Hironaka.

"Bar girl! I'm calling you!" he playfully cooed. Y/n rolled her eyes; he was clearly drunk. At the table next to her, she heard a pair of men grumbling about how loud he was.

"Hironaka, you are sitting at the counter, you don't need to call y–Atsuko to take your order. I'm right here," Mr. Goda scolded.

Y/n walked up to Hironaka, her hands firmly planted on her hips. "I'm here."

Mr. Goda gave her a confused look. She smiled at the elderly barkeep. "I think everyone else would appreciate it if he'd stop yelling." He shrugged and attended to another person sitting at the bar.

Y/n sat down by him, an empty barstool stood in between them. She leaned against the bar. "So, why did you call me?"

He gracelessly fumbled his way into the empty seat she had purposely left between them. Y/n held in her dismay, she was hoping Hironaka would stay in his seat. The dark-haired man leaned against the bar with his head on his palm. In his drunken state, his elbow slipped on the bar's smooth surface, and he immediately straightened out his back, trying to play off the embarrassing display.

He smirked. Y/n was sure he thought he looked cool in his head, but on the outside, he looked clumsy and foolish. "Just wanted someone to spend time with."

How pathetic. "I'm work–" Hironaka cut y/n off. He shushed her as he tried to place a finger on her lips. Y/n leaned back, causing the drunken broker to nearly double over.

He held onto the bar's edge. "So, where is your little tyke? You should bring him down."

She crossed her arms and furrowed her brows. "You know he's not allowed down here," y/n replied. She wouldn't dare let Hironaka hold Tomoru, even if he was sober. He'd get too attached and begin talking nonsense about Tomoru needing a father figure again. She wasn't in the mood to even listen to him ramble about such things. Especially considering y/n has been debating whether or not she should leave Ogura behind and find a new home for quite some time.

Y/n lived to see the day she could get Tomoru out of Ogura's violent atmosphere and give him a warm, loving home. Y/n tried her best to supply him with that from the motel. It pained her every time Tomuru started crying because one of the neighbors woke him up from his nap. There's nothing y/n would love more than to know Tomoru can sleep peacefully.

Silent whimpers rang out from the baby monitor strapped to y/n's hip. Tomoru began to scream loudly in a high pitched tone. Y/n turned off the monitor and got off the barstool. The baby only ever cried like that when he was extremely distressed over something.

Hironaka stumbled in front of her. "I can take care of the little guy for you." He had a smug grin on his face. Y/n tried to go around him, but he was fast for a drunk.

Y/n began to panic. Tomoru was crying upstairs, and someone was in the way. With each passing second, y/n grew more irate. "Out of my way," she spat. Her hands tightly balled into fists. Her palms stung as her nails dig in.

Hironaka obliviously stared at y/n with a glossed over look in his eye. It was as though it was taking him a moment to register the rejection. Y/n took this moment to slide by him.

Y/n hurried up the wooden stairs and into the room that Tomoru was allowed to stay while she was at work. She gently closed the door behind her.

Y/n walked up to Tomoru and looked down at him. His face was bright red and nearly soaked with tears, as expected, he had kicked off his blanket. Y/n carefully picked up the baby. In her head, she went through the list of instructions the hospital nurses had given her.

She sat down on the couch with the baby in her arms and offered him a pacifier. Tomoru weakly swatted at it. Y/n went to the next thing on her list. Maybe he's hungry? That seemed to do the trick. She cuddled the baby boy close to her body. Y/n sunk into the couch a bit and got comfortable as she realized Tomoru was going to be keeping her upstairs for a while.

Y/n ran her thumb gently against Tomoru's h/c locks; she didn't know hair could be so soft. His blinking slowed steadily, y/n watched his red eyes look around. Tomoru pushed her away and yawned. Her vision blurred, and y/n fluttered her eyes, trying to clear the tears from her eyes.

She sniffed a bit. "Sorry for crying, Tomo sweetie, I don't know if it's the hormones or if you're just that cute." Y/n smiled warmly at Tomoru. She cuddled him close, feeling his hair against her cheek. "Of course, its because you're so cute."

Y/n stayed with Tomoru for as long as she could without Mr. Goda getting too suspicious. She carefully held onto her little one well after he had fallen asleep. Y/n sat in the room with Tomoru in her arms. Muffled telling and chattered echoed in from the bar below.

She sighed. It was time to go back to work. Y/n tenderly placed Tomoru into his pram. She covered his little body with his baby blanket, knowing that he was going to kick it off the second he was upset. Y/n leaned forward and kissed Tomoru's cheek before leaving.

Y/n headed out the room. As she walked down the stairs, y/n picked up on specific voices from certain regulars.

"She's about, I dunno, this tall. H/l h/c hair. Really cute. Goes by y/n?"

Y/n stopped. She heard a voice that was both familiar and not one of the regulars. Her heart thumped against her chest. It can't be, can it?

She walked down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. Y/n's breaths were shallow. Suddenly, the room was dead silent. The patrons were talking and acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but she couldn't hear them. She saw him standing at the bar, his back towards her. Her eyes were focused on him, fearing that her mind was playing tricks on her. She took a step forward, it was weak and shaky.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak. Her mind was overloaded, she had so many things to say; her mouth, however, was speechless. She took unsteady steps towards him, weaving through the bodies in her way.

The closer she got to him, the stronger the comforting scent of cologne and cigarettes. She stopped right behind him. Her eyes locked on him, trying to find a shred of evidence that she was mistaken. He looked too real. There was no way its actually him.

Her lips quivered as she took a shaky breath in. "Giran?" Y/n held her breath and prepared herself for disappointment.

The pink-eyed villain turned around. "Oh, hey, I've been looking for ya, sweetheart." Y/n pushed herself against Giran. Her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, and her face buried into his chest. Y/n gasped, choking back her tears, as she felt him wrap his arms around her shoulders.

Off to the side, y/n heard short grumbles. Y/n pulled her face away from his chest, she felt Giran's arms slip from her shoulders. Hironaka was glaring daggers in their direction.

He was hunched forward. His index finger tapped against the bar. A brow raised, and his eyes darted around.

His figure relaxed, and his punchable smirk returned on his face. "Everything makes sense now. And here I was beginning to wonder if it was me." Hironaka sounded relieved, there was a bit of cockiness hidden under his words.

The side of her face felt warm. Giran leaned in close to her ear. "What is this one going on about?" he whispered.

Y/n turned and smiled at Giran. "Don't mind him." Her gaze drifted to Hironaka, and she glared. "He's delusional."

Hironaka stepped up to y/n and placed a hand in between her shoulder blades. "I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out, you just like older men, I see."

Y/n reluctantly glanced up at Giran. He looked confused more than anything. "You're right, he is delusional."

Y/n held her hands behind her back. "There's someone I want you to meet." Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she found herself more nervous about Giran's reaction to Tomoru than the detective's threat.

She held Giran's hand in hers and began to lightly tug him towards the stairs before he could ask any questions. Y/n took no more than a handful of steps before Hironaka stepped in front of them. "Hey, don't ignore me, I'm very important."

Y/n smiled, and her hand slipped from Giran's. "Important? And, remind me, what makes you so important again?" Y/n tilted her head and waited, the smile remaining strong on her face.

"I'm going to make it big in the smuggling biz." Y/n could see Giran fold his arms across his chest. "You're gonna be sorry when I'm a big shot, and you're nothing."

"Hey, that thing ya wanted to show me is up those stairs, right?" Giran pointed to the wooden staircase. Y/n nodded. He passed by Hironaka without doing so much as to look at him.

On their way up to the second floor, y/n spoke up. "I'm surprised you didn't say anything."

The older villain shook his head. "Nah, no reason to. The business is bound to chew up a baby broker like him. I don't expect him to last long. He's gonna get what's coming to him." Giran chuckled.

Y/n felt her stomach turn as soon as baby escaped his lips. Even if what he was saying, and w hc at she was thinking were two completely different things.

The two stopped in front of the lone door at the top of the stairwell. A jolt of anxiety ran through her. Y/n simply didn't want Giran to be disappointed in her. There was no telling if he would be, and that terrified her.

Her hand touched the doorknob, and she froze in place. Y/n mentally encouraged herself to open the door. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Are you feeling alright?" Giran's words gave y/n the motivation she needed to get through this first hurdle.

The door swung open, and y/n stepped in. Behind her, y/n heard Giran take a few steps in. She stood in front of the little carrier she kept Tomoru in while she was at work.

The baby was fast asleep. Knowing Tomoru got extra fussy when he's woken up, y/n pulled the carrier close to the couch and sat down. She looked over to Giran, who was still standing in the middle of the room. With a smile, she patted the seat next to her.

Giran sat down and looked at the baby fast asleep in the carrier. He didn't know what to think. Giran found he was at a loss for words. He knew y/n and Tomura were close, and he'd be an idiot if he said that he didn't see them being much more intimate was possible. Regardless, he didn't expect to see a child so soon. Y/n was looking at him, his gaze met hers. She had a hopeful yet anxious look on her face. He looked back down at the baby. "It looks a lot like him." The kid looked too much like him.

"He," y/n corrected. She leaned forward and placed a delicate hand on the baby's head. Giran noticed she was chewing on her lip, an old nervous habit that he had tried to get y/n to stop doing. "His name is Tomoru."

Giran groaned. "Ya even named the kid after him?" Y/n's head snapped towards Giran. Her eyes were wide and guilt-ridden as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have done. "Well, I just hope he'll take more after you than him. If not, something tells me you're gonna have your hands full."

Giran stood up. He straightened out his tie and turned to y/n. The older villain looked down at y/n as he offered his hand to her. "C'mon, let's take you home."

Before he knew it, y/n had her arms wrapped around him again. She said something. Her words were muffled by his suit, but he just barely managed to figure out what she said. "I thought no one was gonna find me."

"Sorry that it took so long. Ya covered your tracks great, kid." He tried to sound positive, but he had a horrible, sinking feeling. His eyes drifted to the sleeping baby. Giran wondered if everything was going to be okay. Something told him that Tomura wouldn't be happy to meet Tomoru.

Although he had just learned how close y/n and Tomura were, he knew that if Tomura disowned Tomoru, y/n would be completely heartbroken. It would tear her apart. Knowing that made  Giran hope things were going to work out in the end.

After y/n finished hugging it out, she collected Tomoru and his things. Giran helped y/n carry everything down the stairs. He watched the baby as y/n talked to the barkeep. He watched y/n closely, only breaking his gaze to look at the baby broker who Giran had caught glaring at him.

Y/n came back to Giran and led him outside. The two walked side by side, as she carried the baby. They caught up as they walked. Y/n kept trying to steer the conversation towards The League. She kept asking what came of Tartarus and if everyone was alright. Giran promised that Tomura was perfectly fine. Something told him that y/n was mostly concerned about his well-being.

Y/n stopped in front of a motel. She motioned towards the front door. "Here we are. Home sweet home."

The more of the motel Giran saw, the more distraught he felt. The front office was a broken-down mess, the hallways reeked of mildew, and y/n's room wasn't in the best condition. Though, to her credit, he could tell she was trying. Giran sat down at the foot of her bed while she carefully moved Tomoru to his crib.

His eyes scanned the room. The light bulb above the bed was missing, and the room was barely lit up by the bathroom light. The curtains were tattered and torn, y/n seemed to have placed a big piece of cardboard over the window. Several candles and plug in air fresheners were littered around, he guessed to combat the smell seeping in through the hallway.

"Sorry, I don't have much room for guests," y/n said.

Giran looked over at her and smiled. He waved it off. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

He took one final glance around the room. "Y/n, how about we leave Ogura."

"Tonight?" y/n asked. Her eyes lit up, but they still had an essence of fear. It seemed like she wasn't quite used to feeling safe.

"Yeah, if you'd like. Tomoru an' you can stay at my office and rest up. Tomorrow, I'll talk to Shigaraki, and we'll see what the plan is." Giran observed y/n carefully. She was slightly slouched. Her jawline was moving; perhaps she was chewing on her cheek. Y/n wasn't looking at him neither. It was as if y/n had gone down the list of ways to look unconfident.

"The office is safe." He motioned his head towards Tomoru. "I think it'll be best for everyone." Y/n looked behind her towards the crib, and she nodded.

Just for now, Giran proposed y/n took Tomoru and whatever she thought she needed. After he and Tomura talked, he would come back with y/n to collect the rest of her things if she felt like she needed them.

He helped y/n pick out her things while they waited for their ride. She didn't pick much out. She had a small bag of her own stuff and a much bigger duffle bag filled with Tomoru's items.

Plastic toys, stuffed animals, diapers, clothes, bottles, and multiple baby blankets. Y/n was taking more things for Tomoru than herself.

The low rumble from a car engine stalling out front echoed into the room. That was their sign to leave. Giran held the bags while she carried Tomoru. On their way down the stairs, he observed how y/n hugged the baby close to her.

He noticed the defensive way she was holding the baby didn't relax until both of them were sitting in the car, and it began to move. Y/n had him wrapped in a baby blanket, she dangled a set of plastic toys above him until the rumbles, and the soft rocking of the car put Tomoru back to sleep.

"He's an easy kid, isn't he?" Giran asked. He noted that Tomoru's crying fits were few and far between. When he did cry, y/n was able to soothe him relatively quickly.

Y/n smiled at Giran. "He's the best." The older villain noticed something now seeing her face up close. Y/n had a tired look on her eyes. Her skin was pale, and her smile was weak. Y/n was exhausted.

The car slowed to a stop. Giran peered out the window, his office was right next to them.

Giran pulled out the bags y/n packed from the trunk and closed the door. As soon as y/n and Giran stepped away from the car, it drove off into the distance.

Giran led y/n to the door and swung it open. Y/n took a few steps inside, he watched her look around. He stood in front of y/n with his hands out. "Why don't I watch the little guy while you get some sleep?"

Y/n was hesitant. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Giran smirked at her before speaking. "I promise I'm not going to drop him."

She looked down at the baby for a moment before carefully handing him over to Giran. He motioned his head towards a side room. "Go on and sleep in my room. I'll just be doing paperwork at my desk."

Giran sat down at his desk. He repositioned the baby, so Tomoru rested in one arm. Giran grabbed the first sheet on top of a small stack, placing it in front of him. As he scribbled down on the paper, he saw y/n stare at him before retreating into the room.

As soon as he heard the door close, he placed the pen in his hand down and slumped into his chair. He pulled Tomoru in close so the baby could lay on his chest. "Just you an' me now, buddy." He watched the infant's fingers poke at his necklace. "We should be in the clear if ya don't cry. I wouldn't know what to do. So do me a big favor, kid."

Giran rocked his leather chair back and forth, his fingers lightly stroking Tomoru's back.

Tomoru let out a little yawn, and Giran followed suit. The peace was suddenly broken by sobbing coming from his room. He recognized y/n instantly. She sounded distressed.

As quickly as he could, considering he was holding Tomoru, Giran got up and entered the room.

Y/n was tossing and turning in bed, her face was wet with tears. She gasped for air between sobbing fits. Every so often, almost as if she was pleading with someone, he heard her utter I'm sorry.

Giran wondered who she was apologizing to and what for. He sat down beside her and shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. Y/n sat up, still completely distressed. She buried her face in her hands, continuously apologizing over and over like a broken record.

"Hey, hey now, calm down." Giran felt like he had his hands tied. Tomoru was taking up one arm, and he had no idea what was wrong with y/n. He wondered if Ogura was that traumatic for her. "Whatever it is, it's okay."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." It was like y/n hadn't heard a single word he said.

Feeling like he didn't have the situation under control, his hand slipped from her back to the side of her head. Her frantic crying eased down almost instantly, and she began to relax. Her face fell flat, entirely emotionless.

Giran gently nudged her closer to him. He kept his hand planted firmly on the side of her head while her face buried into his chest. Tomoru, entirely oblivious to his mother's breakdown, was in his other arm. The older villain rested his chin on her head as he ran his fingers through her hair.

He had no idea if this breakdown was a one-time thing or a regular occurrence. Giran wondered how he was going to mention this to Tomura. He sighed. "Seems like I'm in a bit of a bind here."