Y/n paced around the bedroom as she stared at her notes. Ozima couldn't find the two men she had met with months earlier, however, she did come across others in the same group. It was a long month, but they finally invited her to their base. Y/n's notes were detailed and concise. Making plans to invade a location with no idea how it looked or what was around it. The whole thing felt like Deja Vu, it was like Tartarus all over again. This time, though, this was going to be a success. No exceptions.

Ozima passed down the information to y/n and she wrote down everything, no detail was too small. She reviewed the page she was settled on, over and over again. They had a base hidden in the middle of a large city, right in between two hero agencies. They valued their numbers and Okano had far more grunts than y/n could have ever expected, even the estimation Ozima had given her was off. She didn't recall hearing about him when she lived on her own, so it was so strange that she didn't know he existed. They must work under the radar.

Tomura kept his word. He laid on the bed with a game in his hand, only interjecting his opinion on y/n's mission whenever she requested it. Beyond that, he allowed her to come up with everything on her own. This was her mission after all.

Tomoru was beside him. The h/c baby had gotten better at sitting up on his own over the past few weeks and y/n stressed to Tomura the importance of letting him sit up rather than lay around all the time. The baby had a pillow propped behind his back, his ruby red eyes glued to Tomura's video game.

Every so often, the baby would lean forward and try to touch the handheld console. Tomura would instinctively stretch out his arms, keeping the gaming device away from the baby's reach.

Tomoru softly cried, trying to reach for Tomura's game. Y/n stopped and glanced over to them. "He seems to really be interested in whatever you're playing." Her attention immediately returned to her little notebook. Tomura sighed and lowered his hands.

After a slight pause, he guided the baby's hands to one of the buttons and helped him push it. The unhappy sounds he was making were replaced with laughter.

Y/n stopped and looked up from her notes. She smiled at Tomura. "He reminds me of you more and more each day." Tomura didn't answer, instead, he silently scoffed.

She returned to the information Ozima had leaked to her, only looking up every once and a while to see what her boys were up to. It seemed that Tomura had made Tomoru in charge of pressing that one single button.

"So..." y/n began; "we are vastly outnumbered."

Tomura lowered the sound from his game. He allowed Tomoru to press another button. "Sounds like it."

"And their base is in the middle of a dense city." Tomura remained quiet as y/n gathered her thoughts. "You're on the top of the list for wanted villains. Spinner is wanted and sorta sticks out. Himiko, Mister, and Jin are also wanted but can blend in. Dabi is... well... Dabi. I'm not sure if he'd put any effort into hiding his appearance. Especially if I asked him to."

"He probably wouldn't," Tomura replied.

"So, to summarize, we are outnumbered and we don't really have the element of surprise because of their location." Tomura shrugged, offering no words of wisdom. The bed dipped down as she sat on the edge. "This is a lot harder to do on my own than I thought it would be."

Y/n could feel Tomura's gaze from behind her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. "I know I can do it, though."

The room went quiet. Y/n's phone went off once. Her head peeked up from her notes, realizing that she has a text. "Hey, Sweetheart, we need to talk. Alone."

She got up from the bad. "Watch Tomo for me, I gotta go."

"Were?" he asked.

"Giran." Tomura's eyes shifted back to the game. Clearly, whatever interest he had was now gone.

"I'll be back soon, I'm sure that it's nothing super important." Y/n kissed Tomura on the side of his head. She then did the same to Tomoru. "Don't stay up, playing games with daddy, okay?"

Tomura scoffed as he rolled his eyes. Y/n closed the door quietly behind her as she left the little shack.

Y/n looked over the text message over the text, trying to figure out what GIran had to talk with her about. She tried asking him, as she made her way to the office, but he refused to discuss it over the phone. He said it was too important. Suddenly, y/n felt guilty telling Tomura that it was probably nothing.

She found the villain sitting at his desk. He looked at her with a stern expression on his face as he waved her in. "Come in." He leaned a bit to the side, looking behind her. "Ya didn't bring anyone with you, right?"

Y/n shook her head, still very confused over what all this was about. "Okay, good. Close the door behind you." He motioned to the chair in front of him.

Giran's eyes seemed a lot darker than normal. "What's up?" y/n asked.

Without saying a word, he reached into his desk. He pulled out a small glass vial and placed it in the center between him and her. Y/n's heart jumped to her throat and she couldn't breathe as she looked at the small container. Tears swelled in her eyes, and her head couldn't string together the sudden storm of emotions and thoughts running through her. She opened her mouth, but the words weren't coming out. Finally, she managed to utter something. "I-is...?"

Giran sighed. "Yeah."

Y/n reached out and took the vial in her hands. The thick, black liquid inside swirled around as her hands shook. Her eyes were fixed to the small container as Giran spoke. "It was much harder to find than I thought. It really is a brand new drug. It seems like the ones who are distributing it are trying to monopolize it and only sell their supply to those who are incapable of having the means of recreating it. So, basically, people like me."

Y/n couldn't say anything, it took all of her mental fortitude to say what little she already had. Instead, she listened to Giran talk. "I had to jump through an unnecessary amount of hoops to get this," he scoffed; "I wouldn't sell it."

Giran paused. Y/n's lips twitched as she tried to force out something to say. The only sound in the room came from the clock on the wall ticking away each second. The older villain snuffed out his cigarette on the ashtray. "Hey, sweetheart, take your time. I'm sure it's a lot to ingest... after... seeing it in person like this."

Her lip quivered. "So... this is it?" She looked up at Giran through blurry vision. Still, she can just barely see him staring back at her. He got up from his chair, and y/n's tears clouded her sight too much to see where he wandered off to.

A firm grip found its way to her shoulder. Y/n turned. Giran stood next to her. She repeated herself. "This is it? This is Onyx?"

"It is." Giran's few words sounded grave. Almost instinctively, y/n's free hand reached for the locket around her neck.

"This is what took my Tomoko away from me?" Giran's hand lightly rubbed her back as the tears poured down her cheeks.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his torso, no longer caring about what little composure she had left. "My baby girl," she whispered between sobs; "my poor baby girl."

Giran continued to rub her back as she sobbed into his blazer. "Take all the time you need."

Y/n tried desperately to stop and calm down, but she couldn't. Tomoru looked so much like Tomoko when the two were brought into the world. She felt terrible, but whenever she looks at her baby boy, she couldn't unsee her little girl. Whenever Tomoru hit a milestone as he grew up, she always found herself imagining Tomoko doing the same right beside him. Now, holding a vial filled with the drug that killed her, brought the harsh reality back. Y/n couldn't guarantee any of those what-if situations she had thought up for Tomoko. She was dead and y/n will never get the chance to truly meet her.

She doesn't know how long it took y/n to calm down. The sun was up when she arrived and by the time she had completely run out of tears to shed, the sun was down. Her eyes were sore and her head was pounding. She hadn't cried this much since before Tomura had picked her up.

Y/n cleaned her face off with a towel Giran had handed to her. He sat down at his desk and lit up a cigarette. The villain held it between his teeth as he dabbed his blazer with a towel. Her head hung low, sniffling. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, really." Y/n quietly chewed her inner cheek. She placed the vial onto the desk and slid it closer to Giran. She was done looking at it.

Taking the hint, Giran placed the vial back into his desk. "I've almost found the supplier."

Y/n cleared her throat, She stared at Giran, her brows knitted together. "Please tell me."

Giran told her everything he had to do to get the tiny vial of Onyx. He had to enlist friends of clients to buy and pick it up for him. They were very particular about who they sell to. Onyx, being a new drug, the ones making it don't want to give it to anyone that might be able to recreate it. That way, they can sell directly without needing to pay a middleman like someone like Giran. When he mentioned that small detail, he sounded particularly upset. He managed to narrow down their location much better than she thought he would. From the sounds of it, Giran theorized that they operate by the water.

He exhaled, smoky tendrils lifted into the air. "I know you're busy with other things, what do you plan on doing when I find where exactly they operate?"

"I'm going there." Y/n's voice was stern and stubbornly straight to the point.

"Busy girl. That's a good thing." He chuckled. "In what order? Finish your business with that Okano guy and then deal with the Onyx suppliers or pause all that work you've been doing over the past months?" Giran folded his arms across his desk and looked at her.

"The Onyx suppliers." Y/n didn't see why it mattered. She was going to deal with both issues.

"Ah, I see. I understand your priorities." Giran paused. "Just don't overwork yourself, okay? My advice, focus on one for now and deal with the other later. Being a villain this day and age is stressful enough, you don't need to worry about doing too much at once."

Y/n nodded and thanked Giran for the bit of friendly advice. He motioned to his phone. "I'll keep you updated when I find exactly where those bastards are hiding." Once again, y/n thanked him before leaving his office.

Y/n had a lot to think about. She didn't even realize she was home until she was standing in front of the front door. Y/n collapsed on the couch and sighed. "So what did the old man want to talk about?"

Y/n spoke, almost instinctively. "Don't call him names."

Tomura sat down next to her on the couch. "Yeah, whatever, what did he want?"

Y/n hesitated. She has yet to talk to Tomura about Tomoko. A daughter that died long before he ever had a chance to meet her wasn't really something she should bring up so casually. She's been waiting for the right opportunity. However, with each passing day, she grew worried that she was making the situation worse.

"He just wanted my opinion on some support items for Buriki and Ozima since we're working on finding Okano." Y/n waited for Tomura to say something, she was sure he would have given her attitude about leaving for something like that.

Suddenly, she realized what she had done. She audibly gasped as it smacked her in the face. Y/n's eyes widened as she looked over towards Tomura and saw the blank look on his face. "I... uh..." She was at a loss. Ever since the very first night, when Tomura stumbled into her house injured, she had never once lied to Tomura. He always knew it was coming.

Y/n reached for Tomura, her fingertips lightly touched the side of his cheek. "...Tomura?"

"That's stupid, that old man didn't need to drag you out there for something like that. Grow a backbone and tell him that you're busy every once and a while." Tomura's eyes looked to her and then shifted to her fingers on his cheek.

"Ah, I guess," y/n replied. Her chest felt heavy and her words left a foul taste in her mouth. She could easily fix this, however, she couldn't bring herself to do it. The timing didn't feel right to talk about Onyx and Tomoko. "I'll try to do that next time."

Tomura narrowed his eyes. "Try?"

The corners of her mouth twitched into a sad, pathetic smile. "I'll do it next time."

Tomura sat back into his seat, content with her answer. "So, have you come up with any way around those roadblocks you were struggling with?"

Y/n shook her head. As awful as she felt, y/n was thankful that the conversation was switching to something else. "No, I'm still having a hard time."

Tomura paused. "What were your people's quirks again?"