"They're leaving soon?" The words slipped from y/n's lips slowly, trying to register what she had just been told. "Where to?"

Giran shook his head. "Couldn't tell ya. Overseas, from what I heard. Dunno where specifically."

Y/n's stomach turned, knotting up so tightly that a wave of nausea sunk in. She let out a shaky breath. Her head hung low as she spoke no louder than a whisper. "This weekend."

A long, drawn-out silence closed the gap between the two. Y/n's head hung low, her eyes fixed to her hands folded onto her lap. She twiddled her fingers. Across the table, Giran sat quietly. It almost felt as if he wasn't in the room and she was alone with her thoughts.

Her eyes traveled up to meet his, and her head soon followed as she sat up straight. Her brows furrowed, and she shifted forward into her seat, leaning against the desk. She was dumbfounded. It felt as if life wasn't pulling any punches and dealing her one inconvenience after another. It was overwhelming. She wanted nothing more than a break.

The reality of the situation sunk in, and her voice faltered. "That's... not enough time. I already had important plans this weekend."

Giran's gaze dropped. He flicked the cigarette in his fingers. Ash dropped from the cherry onto a tray. He spoke in a low, almost mournful tone. "I know. Sorry, kiddo."

"No need." Upon hearing her reply, he returned his gaze to her. Her lips quivered as she tried to feign a smile. "I'm grateful, I really am. There's no way I could have found them without you. They would have left the country before I even got go look for them."

"So, what are ya going to do?" Giran asked. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and slumped forward until her cheek touched the wooden desk. Both of them knew she didn't know what was next; still, she couldn't admit it out loud. She didn't want to.

Her plans to invade Okano's base had finally come to a head after months of planning. Y/n worked hard to get to this point and, in a flash, this news ruined everything.

Defeated, Y/n rose from her chair. Her eyes lingered on the box pushed off to the side on Giran's desk-a complete overhaul of her villain costume. As sentimental as she felt about the hoodie she wore, she was well aware she needed something of her own. "Do you mind if I leave all that stuff here for a little longer?"

"Of course not." The once grim tone in his voice lightened with the sudden subject change. "I wouldn't make you carry that entire box all the way home by yourself."

Giran stood up as she made her way out of the office. The doorknob creaked as he held the door open for her. Y/n stopped at the doorframe and glanced over her shoulder. "I could, you know."

He chuckled under his breath. Giran placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "I know."

"What did you and that old man talk about?" Tomura asked.

Y/n was thrown off guard. Tomura had stopped prying into her business whenever she visited Giran years ago. He had long begun to understand that the two were close, and her visits to his office seldom had anything to do with The League or villainy.

She opened her mouth but then hesitated. How could she dance around the truth without activating her quirk? There was still so much Tomura didn't know, making talking about the visit complicated.

"I took a look at some gear I ordered." That much was true. Y/n still felt the excitement as she tried it on.

"As long as you got it at a discount," he muttered. Tomura appeared content with her answer. He returned his attention to his game and didn't ask any further questions.

"For free, actually. Just until I'm back on my feet." Y/n sat down on the couch's armrest. She leaned to the side and glanced at the handheld's screen. Tomura asked why he wouldn't do the same for the rest of The League. A sly smirk grew on her face. "Because I'm special."

She noticed a sharp glare behind his long, unkempt locks. Her smile softened and she stroked the back of his head, her thumb running in small circles. His energy soothed at her touch, leaning into her hand.

Tomura returned his gaze to the videogame. Her lips straightened out, the happy front faded as if a light switch had been flipped.

"We also talked about the baby," y/n said.

"I figured that much." Tomura's eyes didn't pry away from his game. "Why don't you ever make Giran babysit him?"

Y/n didn't respond. She chewed on her bottom lip. The air in the little shack never felt so heavy. Wrong baby.

Hiding Tomoko from Tomura seemed more and more difficult by the day. Nowadays, not a moment goes by where she thought about how she'd talk about it. With the latest bit of information she had learned from Giran, Y/n knew she was walking too close along the cliff. Any day now, he was going to find out.

For months, she avoided it. This entire time, she blamed Tomura. It took so long for him to make a real, human connection with anyone, even his own blood. Y/n tried to fool herself, thinking it was so hard to tell him because it was so likely he wouldn't care. In truth, the more she inched closer to that cliff, she knew she was the problem.

Tomoko had never and will never leave her thoughts. Not a day went by where she imagined her playing with her younger brother or recovering the same quirk training lessons from her father.

Y/n had been avoiding it because it was too hard on her. Only one person knows of the baby girl-Giran. Explaining it to him felt like a knife was twisting into her heart. Y/n couldn't imagine how it would feel to explain what happened to Tomoko to the unknowing father.

She had made mistakes that ended in the worst way. The guilt she carried often felt unbearable. Had she acted with her head rather than actively trying to find The League by herself, she would have both her children today.

Her vision blurred as her eyes collected tears. Using her sleeve, she wiped them away. She inhaled, filling her lungs until they couldn't take in any more air. Her mind chanted over and over. Tell him. Today is the day. He is her father. Tomura deserves to

Suddenly, her mind went blank. She came to a conclusion. This is all too exhausting.

"Tomura." The music coming from his console came to a halt. Y/n could feel his gaze. Her heartbeats boomed in her ears. She exhaled and looked him in the eyes.

Everything went silent. Her eyes dropped to the floor as soon as it met his crimson gaze. Y/n exhaled. "I'm going to settle Tomo down for a nap and head to bed."

Tomoru sat on the rug in front of them, playing with a small collection of colored blocks. She scooped him up in her arms and nuzzled him to her chest. Y/n looked over her shoulder. Tomura stared at her with a flat expression on his face. He motioned his head to the window. "It's mid-day."

"Physically going to Giran's office is tiring." Before y/n could say more, Tomura aggressively asked why he couldn't make more house calls. She gave him a half-hearted smile. "That's technically not his job. Besides, he already stops by more often than he should."

Leaned forward and lightly bumped her head against his. "Good night."

Y/n listened to the silence. Her eyes glued to the ceiling. She replayed her meeting with Giran in her head. Y/n had only one day to make up her mind.

Her plan to take on Okano's group was important to her. She rarely saw eye-to-eye with Spinner; in fact, she probably butted heads with him more than anyone else. Still, he was a friend and she couldn't allow them to get away with injuring him.

However, she couldn't possibly pass up a chance to meet face-to-face with the villains distributing Onyx. This was far more than personal.

Everything felt like it had crashed down on her at once. Trying to get Tomura to accept his son had been an uphill struggle. As soon as she felt a semblance of control, y/n found herself working against two villain groups.

She pressed her palms against her eyes. On top of that, she still hadn't told him about Tomoko. Y/n didn't know why she was torturing herself like this. She knew how he'd react. Tomura wouldn't be anywhere near as devastated as she was. He didn't operate like that.

"Looks like you're done napping." The springs dipped down. Y/n pulled her hands away from her eyes. Tomura sat with his legs crisscrossed at the foot of the bed. His eyes narrowed as he observed her.

"I couldn't sleep after all," y/n replied. She spoke in a light-hearted tone, trying to bury the anxiety she felt.

"Why?" Out of all the days for Tomura to show even an inkling of concern for her, this was the worst time. Y/n wasn't sure how to answer his question. Her throat dried out and formed a lump the more she tried to think about what to say.

"What if..." Her voice trailed off. Doubt settled in. She knew she was making a mistake. "What if something came up and I can't invade Okano's base this weekend?"

"What?" The sharpness in his voice made her flinch. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I just need to push it to another day." Y/n continued in a quite tone. "Next month, maybe?"

Tomura's brows furrowed. His lips twitched into a frown. "Why?"

Y/n chewed on her bottom lip, hesitating. Tomura reached out for her. He gripped onto her jaw between his thumb and middle finger, forcing her to look him in the face. "Something is off. What are you hiding from me?"

"I don't want to talk about it." His hold on her jaw tightened.

His expression grew more frustrated. She knew not only was he not accepting her answer, but she knew he was going to stop at nothing until he pulled it out of her. Tomura crinkled his nose as he snarled. "Don't toy with me."

"Something came up and I have to deal with that first." Y/n attempted to remain vague.

Tomura raised his voice in his frustration. "That's not a good enough answer."

Tomoru's crying filled the room. On instinct, y/n tried to pull away from Tomura and tend to her son. His hold on her stayed firm.

The air between the two was thick with tension. Tomoru's loud sobs made everything worse. It felt as if someone had taken an ice pick to her skull.

The temptation to lie grew by the second. It sat at the ready on the tip of her tongue. It all depended on Tomura's response. If he could sit down and be an adult, she could return the favor by telling him the truth. It was completely up to him at this point.

His crimson eyes narrowed. Y/n wordlessly challenged him and did the same. After a moment, the three fingers digging into her jaw loosened. She pulled away and retreated to the crib.

Y/n held Tomoru in her arms, lightly bouncing him and whispering in his ear until the crying stopped. She returned to the edge of the bed and sat down beside Tomura.

He held onto his half of the bargain, now it was time for her to do the same. Her eyes traveled down to Tomoru. She ruffled his h/c hair.

"The thing that came up." Her voice faltered. She genuinely didn't know how to explain everything. Part of her wanted to spew it all out at once while another part of her wanted to be cautious. Y/n continued. "They distribute a type of drug called Onyx."

She could tell by his expression that he was thinking. "While I was looking for you and the league, a guy ambushed me and... well... in the scuffle, he injected some into me."

She spotted Tomura's rough exterior break for a moment, showing a split second of genuine concern on his face. He didn't have a clue what was coming next. She was the last person he should be pitying. "There were some side effects. I'm fine. Or... I think I am, at least."

Y/n ran her fingers through the baby's hair. "Tomoru almost didn't make it. He toughed it out and recovered."

In the corner of her eye, she saw Tomura glance down at his son. His gaze traveled up to her as she continued. "I think that's why he gets sick so often, though."

Y/n hesitated. Next was her turn to talk about Tomoko, but she couldn't quite force it out. "Tomo-"

As expected, he looked down at Tomoru again. Her chest grew heavy and tears streamed down. Finally, she allowed herself to say the words she had swallowed so many times before. "No, wrong baby."

Finally saying those words felt freeing, but also sickening. The room spun. She clenched her eyes closed to help keep her composure.

"Wrong, how?" Tomura asked.

She took a deep breath in. Her eyelids fluttered open, batting away tears. She couldn't look Tomura in the eyes.

Y/n tried to focus on her child. Her heart sunk into a deep pit. She couldn't look at him either. Tomo has his eyes.

"Tomo..." Y/n paused. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to stop. To take it all back right there and now. She trudged through her thoughts and forced out her words. "Tomoko."

Tomura didn't say anything for far longer than she'd like. Y/n gathered her courage and looked up at him. As usual, the expression on his face was too difficult to read. Six different emotions plastered on his face at once.

"Tomoko?" He repeated. Y/n felt choked up. She never thought she'd ever hear Tomura say her name.

"Our daughter." She paused. "Tomoru's big sister."

Tomura went quiet. Again, she knew he was thinking about something, but it was anyone's guess as to what about.

Y/n had played this moment in her head almost daily since the twins' births. More times than not, she expected him to be angry. Whether it be at her, the one who drugged her, or the situation in general, would have been anyone's guess. The calmness was almost unnerving.

"Two of them?" Y/n nodded. That wasn't what she expected him to say, but she didn't blame him. There was a lot to unpack. She imagined he was going through the same shock she had gone through when she realized she was supposed to have twins.

"Tomoru just barely managed to hang on. Tomoko couldn't keep fighting. She needed to rest."

Y/n hated to use the d-word when it came to Tomoko. Although she had never gotten a chance to meet the little girl, she didn't like flat out saying she had died.

She held her breath as she glanced to Tomura. His head hung low, his eyes fixed to Tomoru. A tense aura hung around him. Y/n wished, just this once, she could read minds. She would give anything to know what he was thinking about.

"Do you really want to go after them?" Tomura asked.

"I do." Not a day has gone by where she didn't think about avenging her little girl. It was finally here. Y/n could almost feel it in her hands.

"Then, Okano can wait." Y/n almost couldn't believe what she heard. She asked him if he was sure. Tomura spoke again. "You've gone with every stupid plan I've concocted without much fuss. I guess I could return the favor. The League is at your disposal, if you need it."

Y/n leaned to the side. She held onto Tomoru tighter as she rested her head against Tomura's chest. Her voice was no louder than a whisper. "Thank you."

Y/n could feel Tomura's heartbeat against her cheek through his chest. He leaned in closer to her. "Tomura?"

"Yeah?" He rested against the top of her head.

"I don't think I'll need The League." Y/n paused, and focused on his heart beating. "But, can you come with me?"

She felt him exhale as if he let out a silent chuckle. "If you want me to come, then, I am at your disposal."

Her lips quivered. "Thank you."

Tomura wanted to kill Okano. As of yesterday, it was probably the thing he wanted above everything else. Yet, today, here they were. He had put it aside for something y/n wanted.

A tinge of guilt sunk in. All this time, since she had been brought back to Tomura, she had thought that he hadn't grown up one bit. Y/n realized she was stupid. He had. She just didn't see it until now.

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An: I have rewritten this ✨𝑀𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓁𝑒✨ times. Many, many times.

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Technically, this should be on Twisted Minds, but I was never sure if I should make a gallery at the end of Twisted or add it to Breaking Point.

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