"You can do whatever you want. But know that I'm not happy about it." Spinner crossed his arms and ever so slightly turned away from y/n.

Y/n expected his answer. She had a game plan going into this talk. However, now that he was sitting in front of her, y/n was at a loss. "I understand," she muttered. Her eyes darted around the table, trying to search her head for what to say.

"I've heard about the other one you've taken in— not very good things, by the way. That's coming from Twice, and he likes basically everyone." Y/n fumbled with her fingers under the table.

Y/n kept her eyes low to the table; she couldn't directly look at Spinner. Whenever she did, y/n noticed her gaze wander, fixating on his now healed wounds that have scarred over. "Buriki? He's not so bad. Definitely the type that you need to get used to. His sense of humor is just a bit," she paused; "off."

Y/n glanced up to his face, several small scars littered his scales. Guilt-ridden, y/n looked down at the untouched drink in front of her. Spinner's eyes were sharp. He gave off an intense aura that made him seem much more intimidating than y/n knew he was. "Like I said, do whatever you want. Some advice, though, you can't just pick up everyone that wanders to you."

He's right. The air between the two went silent. Spinner leaned back into his seat. "Sooner or later, you're gonna take in someone who you shouldn't have."

"Thanks for the advice," y/n replied.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Spinner cut her off. He motioned to one of his exposed scars. "That being said. That Ozima girl was an informant, not the person who did this. So I'm not going to hold any grudges."

Spinner's words made it feel light a weight was lifted from her chest. "That's a relief," she said; "I was worried about how well she'd get along with everyone. If you're fine with her working with us, though, I think she'll get along perfectly."

Spinner scoffed. Y/n gave him a small smile. "Well, maybe not perfectly, I suppose. I think she'll get by alright."

"Sounds familiar," he mumbled. Spinner grabbed his drink and sunk into his seat as he drank. Y/n looked away, towards the street.

People walked in every direction that the streets would allow. Most importantly of all, no cops, no heroes. Y/n had been recommended this little strip of cafés and brick and mortar shops from Giran. According to him, heroes patrolled in the early mornings and again in the evenings, making it perfect for a pair of villains needing to sit down and talk without any accidental run-ins.

"It does, doesn't it?" Y/n stopped and thought about it. It sounded just like her start in The League. She had an advantage, though. Ozima wasn't a scared little girl.

If y/n had a light bulb in her head, it would have lit up instantly. She leaned forward, resting her head in her hand. "Actually, you've given me an idea."

Ozima raised a brow. "I don't understand. Do I have to?" The reluctance in Ozima's voice was as clear as day.

Y/n smiled at her. "Boss' orders, right?"

Her eyes scanned the floor as the two walked down the sidewalk, a mess of curly hair covered her face. "That doesn't seem like any kind of orders a villain boss would give."

"Well, I like being different," y/n replied. Ozima gave her a look as if to say she still wasn't sure. "I promise, this is for everyone's good. Besides, I think you'll have fun."

Her brows furrowed. "Oh. Okay."

Y/n led Ozima down several streets, taking random twists and turns along the way. In the distance, y/n spotted a single bench standing in the middle of a plot of greenery.

Someone was in the distance. They were sitting on the back of the bench, their feet planted on the seat. The closer the two girls got, the more y/n was able to make out small details.

Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. She wore black jeans and a pastel yellow coat with light pink accents. She looked over towards y/n and Ozima and gave them an all too familiar Cheshire smile.

She waved as she jumped off the bridge. "It's about time! I've been waiting forever!"

"Sorry!" Y/n lowered her head in a bow. "We took precaution detours. Just in case."

Himiko had already passed by y/n by the time she looked up. She stood in front of Ozima. Her golden eyes looking the brunette up and down. She circled behind Ozima until she finally returned to her original spot before her. Himiko crossed her arms and hummed.

Just what exactly is she looking for? Y/n approached the two. She placed a hand on Ozima's shoulder. "Himiko, this is Ozima. Ozima, Himiko."

Himiko's expression didn't change. The look in her eyes seemed sharper than usual. Y/n has seen that look before. She's caught glimpses of it before Himiko goes in for a kill. Worry that her plan wasn't going to work out sunk in. "What's your first name?" Himiko asked.

Ozima looked up at her, confusion painted her face. In a small voice, she replied. "Hana."

Himiko hummed as she tilted her head to the side. Her golden eyes, once again, looked her up and down. "Hana..." Like a shark circling its prey, Himiko made one more rotation, her gaze darting every which way.

Finally, the serious look on her face melted away, revealing a smile. "I like that name. It's cute! I'm gonna call you that from now on."

Y/n let out a sigh of relief, realizing that Himiko wasn't going to flat out reject Ozima. She knew if the blonde girl didn't take to her, there was no way anyone else in The League would either. Y/n only had two villains to work with, and mostly everyone didn't want to give Buriki a chance.

"And how old are you?" Himiko asked.

Ozima glanced at y/n. She, in return, gave her a nod. "Eighteen," she replied.

Himiko's eyes lit up. "You're the new baby of the group!" she cooed. The blonde paused and she giggled. "Ah— ignoring the actual baby, that is."

Himiko hurried behind y/n and Ozima. She felt a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. "Come on, you promised we'd go on a little adventure to get acquainted with our new friend! Let's go!"

It was clear that Himiko had grown up quite a bit over the last year. Even so, seeing her like this was a breath of fresh air. Y/n was glad that Himiko was still as lively as ever. Just like that teenaged girl she had met four years ago.

Y/n didn't have a plan when it came to what they were doing, she was too focused on other things. The very first time y/n spent one on one time with Himiko, she let the blonde girl lead he way. She wholly expected history to repeat itself this time around.

Ozima was shy. Her timidness could even compete with her own. Y/n hoped that the stars would sign just right, and the multi-leveled plan would end with a success.

Himiko led the group from behind. She kept a hand firmly on the back of the other two girls, pushing them along. "So, what do you want to do first? Buy cakes? Go window shopping? Go find some cuties—" Himiko cut herself off and giggled. "Oh, no, can't do that. We need something y/n can participate in too."

Y/n felt her face heat up. "Himiko," y/n whined. The blonde's giggle turned into full-on laughter. She apologized, but y/n knew she didn't mean it.

Himiko and y/n did most of the talking as they walked. Every so often, the blonde would turn to Ozima and ask her a question.

"So, Hana, you're the one that ratted out where Spinner's hideout was, huh? That's what Dabi says, at least." Himiko had a smile on her face. Y/n couldn't tell if any ill intentions were hiding behind her very loaded question.

"Yes." Ozima's voice was small and timid. "I'm sorry about that. Sort of."

Himiko's smile faltered and her brows knitted together. "Sort of?"

"Well, it was a job that I got paid for," she replied; "I used the money to pay for a warm place to sleep at night for a while and some food to eat. I feel bad because y/n is very nice, and Mr. Spinner is her friend, but I can't be upset that I did it."

A pink hue colored Ozima's porcelain complexion. "I don't know if that made sense or not."

Himiko went quiet. She stayed silent much longer than y/n anticipated. Finally, she spoke up. "No. That makes sense. I get that." As if nothing happened, Himiko returned to talking to y/n, and occasionally including Ozima.

Himiko gasped. Y/n nerves immediately jumped to high alert. Her eyes darted as she scanned the area in front of her. "Can we buy Tomo things?!"

Relief sunk in. "Well, I'm not going to turn down baby things. He's growing like a weed," y/n replied.

An air of awkwardness surrounded Ozima. "Ah– maybe we can go baby shopping later, though," y/n's attention turned to Ozima, she could almost see her silhouette reflected in her gray eyes; "do you wanna do anything?"

Ozima rubbed her arm and shrugged. Himiko's gaze darted from the curly-haired brunette to y/n, and then back to her. "There's a cute little shop a few blocks away! We should go check it out!"

Y/n was so thankful that Himiko could so easily take control of the situation and take lead. Y/n mouthed a quick thank you. The golden-eyed girl grinned and nodded before nudging them down the street.

Ozima stood anxiously behind y/n. Himiko placed her hands on her hips as she stared at the brunette. She held out a green dress. "I think green brings out the color of your eyes."

Once again, the pink hue returned to her face, making the galaxy of freckles decorating her face stand out. "You think so?" she asked.

Y/n looked at Ozima. "Yeah! I think green would look great on you."

Himiko held up the dress in front of Ozima. She tilted her head. "So, Hana, what's your quirk?"

"I can put people to sleep," Ozima replied. Y/n picked up on a hint of reluctance in her voice.

Himiko, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to it. "Ooooh," she cooed; "I think we'd make a great team. You can put people to sleep and then they'd be easy stabbing targets!"

Y/n clasped her hand over Himiko's mouth. "Not so loud," she whispered. Y/n glanced around the store, observing each face. Her nerves didn't calm down until she was sure no one overheard Himiko's outburst.

Himiko pried y/n's hands off of her. In a much quieter tone, she continued. "So, are you just an informant or something?"

Ozima looked up. Y/n could tell by how her eyes were moving that she was scanning the building as well. She whispered so quietly, sound almost didn't come out. "Assassin."

"Really?" Himiko sounded genuinely shocked and impressed. "I would have never guessed."

"Y/n! Don't you think Hana would look good in that hat?" Himiko retrieved a hat from the display pressed against the wall. She hummed a tune as she placed it on her head and looked it over. "I think it compliments her curls. It's so cute how they go everywhere!" Ozima's face deepened to a red.

"Speaking of which, what happened to your messy hair buns?" y/n asked.

Himiko's smile widened. "I think I outgrew those. I remembered the one time you did my hair. I thought the ponytail looked nice. Plus, it's so much easier to wake up and tie back."

It took a year away from The League to realize that everyone had changed over the years. Some more so than others. Y/n wished that Tomura had taken a page from Himiko's book and matured a bit more.

"After this, can we get ice cream?" Himiko asked.

Ozima looked over to y/n. "Sure, why not," y/n replied. The brunette's eyes lit up.

Himiko gave off a special aura, almost as if she had a second quirk. For a brief moment, while the three spent the day together, y/n completely forgot that they were all villains. She didn't worry about being recognized. She didn't worry. Y/n didn't realize how much she needed that until today.

The three returned to the bench they had met, each with bags in tow. "I can't believe you didn't get anything for yourself." Himiko sighed.

"Things for Tomo, I understand." Himiko crinkled her nose. "But Tomura? Really?"

Y/n lifted the small bag of things she picked out for Tomura and looked at it. "He's been babysitting more lately, so I think I owe him something."

Himiko's eyes widened. "He's been agreeing to babysit?!"

Y/n hesitated. "Ah- well... no. I just leave Tomo with him." The blonde's face went blank and she gave her a judgemental look. "I know what you're thinking. But- he hasn't killed Tomo yet, so I think he figured out how to feed him at least."

Y/n realized that she wasn't making a good case for herself. "I think this is the best way he'll learn."

"I don't think throwing Tomura in the deep end and assuming he'll swim is the best way to teach him." She sighed. "But I guess you know him best."

Himiko smiled. This time, however, it seemed forced. "Well, I guess you all have to go."

She looked at y/n. "See you around, Big Sis."

Her gaze wandered to Ozima. "And little sis."

They said their goodbyes before starting ways. Before leaving, y/n made a point to ask Himiko to say nice things about Ozima to the rest of The League. "Yeah, you can count on me!"

Y/n and Ozima walked side by side, Himiko turned around and walked the opposite direction. Part one if my plan was a success!

She glanced over to the brunette beside her. Now for part two.

"Hey, Ozima," y/n began; "can you tell me everything you know about Okano?"

Ozima seemed hesitant, but after walking in silence for a while, she began to leak as much information on Okano as time would allow. The brunette seemed like she had so much more to say by the time they had to part ways. Y/n wished she could stand around and talk more, but she knew she had to return home.

Y/n had a lot to think about. She spent the entire walk home in her head. Ozima had a lot of valuable information. Y/n couldn't imagine what else Ozima might know. Tomura had been itching to get some sort of payback, she was sure he'd be overjoyed to hear what she learned.

Y/n allowed herself to walk on autopilot. She didn't realize she was home until she felt something rub against her leg. Y/n looked down to see Nobuo crouched down, bumping his shoulder against her. She had no idea that she was standing in front of the little shack. Her fingers lightly pat the nomu's back, she could clearly feel his bones under his thin skin.

Holding the plastic bags in her arms, y/n approached the shack. Y/n stopped abruptly. Something caught her eye.

The bedroom curtains were pulled back and she had a full view of the room. Slowly, she roamed closer, to get a closer look. Y/n leaned against the window frame and watched.

Tomura sat on the bed, his legs crossed. The blue-haired villain was hunched forward. With one hand, he rested his head. The other touched the bed. Y/n observed his hand. His little finger was bandaged up. Tomura lifted his hand, and again, he firmly hit the bed.

Tomoru was also on the bed. The baby was on his tummy. Almost as if he was imitating his father, he hit his little hand on the bed. Tomura watched, and then repeated the action. The baby did the same.

Bewildered didn't even begin to describe what y/n was feeling. She watched the two take turns. Finally, she spoke up. "If this is a game you two invented, I don't get it."

"It's not a game." Tomura replied with such authority that it almost made y/n reconsider.

"Okay..." She paused and watched. Y/n was at a loss. "Then I guess I just don't get it."

"Quirk training." Tomura spoke in a matter of fact tone.

"Quirk training?" she repeated. Y/n watched Tomura touch the bed and Tomoru repeat the same action. "But he doesn't have a quirk yet?"

"Never too early to start." Y/n disagreed with Tomura. It was definitely too early to start.

"What if he takes after my quirk?" she asked.

"As soon as he can talk," Tomura replied. "Lying will be second nature."

"I— what? No!" Y/n let out a loud sigh. "Parents are supposed to teach their kids that lying is bad."

"And that's why you were awful with your quirk until I gave you a firm push." Y/n couldn't deny that. Technically, that was true. Nevertheless, y/n liked to believe that she improved on her own.

Y/n raised a brow. "So you're going to train Tomoru... for both our quirks?"

"Yes. Haven't you been paying attention to anything I've said?!" At that moment, she remembered how mature Himiko has grown, she wished some of that maturity rubbed off on Tomura. Still, y/n knew when to pick her battles. At least Tomura was spending quality time with Tomoru, even if it is this.