Y/n did as she promised and stayed with Tomura and watched him play. The villain had specific games he'd play in y/n's company. They were all heavy with plot and all sorts of lore. While Tomura enjoyed those types of videogames, he found they were made better by having someone to discuss the intricate part of the plot.

The two sat down on the couch next to each other. Y/n rested her head on his arm and tucked her knees close to her chest as Tomura played. After a while, y/n let out an audible yawn and stretched her arms out in front of herself. She told Tomura she was about ready to go to bed. Tomura felt the warmth along his arm disperse as y/n stood up and walked away. Now that he was alone, Tomura suddenly didn't feel like playing anymore.

Unsure what to do next, he realized his only options were to follow y/n or speak with Kurogiri. Tomura spotted y/n sitting in bed, writing in her journal as he walked by the open bedroom door. He guessed she was dissecting her day training with him. Tomura was interested in what she had to say. The villain used his day with y/n to figure out where he should place her for his latest plan. After seeing y/n in action, he was still undecided.

She's been working hard, even a blind man could see she's been giving her all. Even so, Tomura wasn't confident her best was good enough. Not for what he had planned next.

Tomura wasn't worried about it. Y/n was never one to jump on board with his plans. Tomura was confident that she'd willingly agree to skip out this time around.

Hours later, Tomura saw y/n fast asleep in bed. He took the opportunity to take her journal and take a look at it. Tomura sat down at the kitchen table and cracked her book open.

As he guessed, y/n took detailed notes on where she felt she could have done better. He saw she had a page dedicated to how she underestimated Tomura. A grin crossed his lips as he read about how he impressed her.

The next page was filled with possible scenarios about how things could have gone differently had she brought smoke bombs with her. Tomura chuckled lightly at this section. He was confident y/n would have lost no matter what she did or didn't do.

On the final page for the night, Tomura saw a short list of things she deemed an appropriate prize for winning. Tomura then remembered that y/n pushed the hypothetical reward onto him. He only brought it up as a way to motivate y/n, he knew she wasn't going to win, so Tomura said whatever he needed to say.

Y/n insisted that he should receive something for winning, the villain looked over her list for inspiration. On top of her list was another kiss. Tomura shifted uncomfortably. The villain thought he was good at a lot of things, but giving kisses was not one it those things. He let out a small, pained groan as he thought back to the kiss he initiated compared to hers.

Her kiss was longer compared to his, which was less than a second. Y/n also moved in for it much more naturally. At the same time, Tomura had to stop and consider the proper angle before attempting his kiss. He then remembered eavesdropping on y/n and Himiko, y/n has kissed someone before. It made sense that she'd be better at it. The realization made Tomura's jealousy flare, and his stomach knot up. He recalled y/n had called him Hinata. Tomura wondered if that name was enough for Giran to find him. Tomura didn't feel comfortable knowing he was still alive.

Tomura, unable to put his feelings aside, continued reading. The next bullet point read: go outside. Tomura scoffed. "We just did that." Underneath, y/n listed possible places to go. A park, the mall, a coffee shop. The list went on for a moment. "Too public," Tomura mumbled.

The villain closed the journal, deciding that he had enough reading for the day. He pushed the book off to the side and pulled out his phone. Tomura scanned through his contacts and stopped at Giran's name. He had a few quick orders to attend to before bed.

Much to his surprise, y/n slept in again today. Although last night's videogame session kept her up much later than usual, he still expected y/n to force herself out of bed. Y/n moved, and Tomura shut his eyes.

Through mostly closed eyelids, he took a peek at y/n. She was sitting in bed, stretching her neck from side to side. After a few moments, as if acting like he wasn't the one to wake up first, Tomura sat up.

"Good morning," y/n said with a smile. Tomura stayed silent. "Have any plans for today?"

"Not really," Tomura finally replied.

"Is Himiko visiting today?" y/n asked.

Tomura shook his head. "No, Toga said she doesn't think you need her anymore." That was a lie. Thankfully for Tomura, he knew y/n wasn't as good at telling when he was going to lie. The day before, he talked to Himiko and said that she wasn't needed anymore. Tomura was exhausted having Himiko around all the time, so he made the decision to stop her lessons.

"Really?" y/n asked; "that's too bad. I'm kinda used to her keeping me busy all day. I don't know what I'm going to do with all this free time." She laid back down in bed, her eyes fixed to the ceiling for a while. It looked like she was thinking about something.

"so, did you ever decide what you want?" y/n asked, looking at the blue-haired villain.

Tomura put a little more thought into the subject before going to bed. He did have something in mind. "Yeah," he replied.

Y/n rolled onto her side, now facing Tomura. "Oh? So what is it?" Tomura could see a small sparkle in her eyes.

He tried to force the small request out, but he couldn't. It wasn't anything special, but the sparkle in y/n's eyes made him hesitate. "I don't want to talk about it. Not yet." He felt awkward, and Tomura hated that. He's never struggled to say what's on his mind before. Tomura thought it was frustrating that he'd feel that way now.

"Oh..." Tomura could hear a hint of sadness in her tone. "I see." At that last part, he could tell she was trying to sound much more lighthearted and uplifting. Y/n was like an open book; sometimes, he thought it was too easy to read her.

Tomura knew he was going to hate himself and everything, but the villain was well aware he'd keep holding things off if he didn't give himself a small push. "Ask again later tonight. I'll have an answer for you then."

He could see y/n's face light up in an instant. "Okay, sounds good."

Y/n sat up and excused herself, she wanted to get an hour of practice in before lunch. She offered to make him and Kurogiri something. Tomura shrugged in response. The villain watched as y/n grabbed something to wear and headed towards the bathroom door to change.

She came back out wearing something light. She tossed her old clothes into the room and grabbed the hoodie. Tomura saw y/n flash him a quick smile before closing the door, leaving him all alone in the bedroom.

Tomura could already feel himself seething with hate and anger. "Why did you say that?" he berated himself. He considered changing his reward to something else. Tomura could easily tell her to go out and buy him a new game. That would solve nearly everything.

The villain then thought about the last time she was sent out to do a mundane task for him and Kurogiri. She came back, bleeding out and with a concussion. Although things are different now, the thought of sending y/n out again made him feel uneasy.

Y/n was working hard at improving her knife fighting; that much was obvious. However, Tomura doubted that she'd ever use those skills on a person. At the end of the day, she wasn't nearly as cut out to be a villain as the rest of The League. She was forced into it, y/n lacked the driving force that everyone else had.

Tomura distracted himself by rethinking whether or not y/n should participate in his next plan. The night prior, he decided that he didn't want to and that she'd gladly take his offer to stand on the sidelines. He knew that wouldn't fly with the rest of The League.

He hadn't told a soul what he had planned next, but he already knew that not one of them would blindly follow his orders. Even Kurogiri, who was most loyal to Tomura and his goals, would probably try to convince him to change his mind. Tomura was smart enough to know that he had to give y/n something to do, or the remaining members of The League wouldn't follow his orders. They'd argue that he was playing favorites and use that as an excuse.

Tomura sat in bed much longer than he thought. The smell of food cooking invading the room from underneath the door broke his concentration. The villain got out of bed and walked to the source of the delicious scent.

Tomura hesitated to say anything the moment he saw y/n. She was standing in front of the stovetop, her back towards him. The sound of whatever she was cooking sizzling and y/n lightly humming filled the kitchen. Hunched forward, by her side, was her Nomu. Y/n's humming stopped, Tomura held his breath as if trying to not alert y/n to his presence. She looked down at her Nomu and tossed the monster some food. He caught it out of the air and vacantly chewed.

Tomura suddenly spoke up. "You spoil that damn thing." He noticed he caught y/n off guard. She flinched at his words.

"I mean..." her voice trailed off. Y/n hummed as she thought. "Yeah, I do."

She grabbed one of the plates off to the side and scooped a little bit of everything. Y/n placed the plate in his hands. Tomura looked down at it and eyed the vegetables with a slight frown. "Don't be picky," y/n said in a lighthearted way that gave away that she wasn't actually upset at him.

He looked up at y/n and saw that she was making another plate. Before he knew it, she had placed the plate of food on the ground in front of the Nomu. Tomura wasn't surprised at all. He turned away from y/n and the monster and walked into the living room.

Tomura turned on the TV, hoping that the news had something good to say for once. He noticed y/n sat down next to him empty-handed. "You know, it doesn't make someone want to eat your cooking when you don't get any yourself," he said, only partially joking.

"I ate as I cooked," y/n replied. She looked at the TV. "Hmm..."

Tomura looked back towards the TV, he was interested in y/n's tone. He read the headline scrolling across the screen. Three Years Later: All Might's Retirement. Y/n looked like she had something to say about the headline, and Tomura was quick to point it out.

"Didn't All Might retire after something with The League of Villains?" y/n asked. She admitted that she rarely watched the news, so she only heard about his retirement through the grapevine.

"He and my master had fought," Tomura began. The villain rarely thought back on it, but he felt like he could easily relive the whole thing over again. He vividly remembered every thought and emotion that was running through his head as he saw his master's defeat.

"Master?" y/n asked curiously.

Tomura poked at the vegetables on his plate as he explained a little bit of his childhood. He stressed everything his master had done for him since he was young.

He could see y/n carefully listening to everything he said. Tomura could only assume she was paying attention to each word that came out of him since he rarely talked about himself or his past.

He didn't want to tell y/n too much. The last thing he wanted was for y/n to pity him. He didn't need that. Knowing y/n, Tomura knew she'd grieve in his place if he didn't end some of the details on a more positive note. So the villain tried to spin parts of his saddened past with a more uplifting undertone.

Y/n tucked her legs to her chest and rested her head on her knees. Her eyes narrowed. It seemed like she was thinking about something. Finally, y/n spoke up. "I'm not great at trying to make other people feel better. I don't know what to say," she admitted.

"What's done is done," Tomura replied, brushing off his past like it was no big deal.

"Yeah, I know," she began; "I figured it was better to admit to not knowing what to say next than to make something up."

Y/n wasn't wrong. Tomura would take that over false sympathy any day. "True," he replied.

The two quietly watched the news report together. It covered various stats from around this time three years ago and this past year, effectively comparing the previous number one hero to the new one.

Tomura grinned, full of pride, as the newscaster mentioned The League of Villains. While their Nomu attack only spanned one large city and the last of the Nomu were cleared up within a few days, it was compared to a natural disaster. Short yet devastating.

It took months to slowly rebuild from the ground up, and even longer for people to regain their quiet lives. Some people lost their sense of normality all together through some sort of death. The attack didn't discriminate. Everyone from children to heroes had been killed.

Some old footage from the attack played while the analytics person and newscaster talked. As they discussed how the attack both harmed and hurt hero culture, a small clip of a well-disguised y/n popped up. Tomura looked over to her, curious as to what her reaction would be.

Y/n's demeanor on the outside was calm and collected. She watched the rest of the report without batting an eye. Tomura wondered if that's how she truly felt on the inside. It wouldn't be shocking if she were putting up an unphased front, but was having a panic attack on the inside.

"It's hard to believe that was a year ago," y/n finally said. Tomura figured y/n's sense of time was thrown off. Between the four months in recovery and the eight months of training, y/n had spent this year being mostly productive.

Meanwhile, the rest of The League was left to their own devices. The occasional headline in the newspaper signaled Dabi was diligently keeping himself busy in this slow period. Himiko was causing trouble when she wasn't with y/n. And the other, much quieter, members have been enjoying their time of peace.

"I'm gonna go read a book or something," y/n said as she got up; "the news is still really depressing. There's more food in the kitchen. Tell Kurogiri he's welcome to some if you see him around. Give the leftovers to Nobuo." Y/n shot Tomura a quick smile before walking down the hallway.

The sun had set just as fast as it rose. Tomura had a few odd jobs to run with Kurogiri. Y/n was so absorbed in her books, the blue-haired villain decided to leave her be and have his shadow-like comrade assist him.

When the two got home, everything was just as they left it. Y/n hadn't moved an inch since they left. The only change was that she had finished nearly half of her book in their absence.

Tomura and Kurogiri placed down several large packages onto the kitchen table. Kurogiri asked what was in them, but Tomura shrugged off his advisor's question, informing Kurogiri that he will find out soon enough.

Tomura, feeling drained from having too much social interaction, wandered into the room. He closed the door behind him and laid down on the bed.

"How's Giran?" y/n asked, looking up at the villain from her book.

"Fine," Tomura replied.

"Good to hear..." y/n said as she closed her book and placed it off to the side. "So, you told me to remind you about that prize for winning that training session."

Tomura's stomach knotted up. He had forgotten all about that. "Just forget about it," he replied as he buried his face into his pillow. Behind muffled words, he continued. "I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, okay." Tomura couldn't see y/n's face from his pillow, but he could hear her voice. She sounded a little upset. Tomura knew he had let her down. She was probably excited all day to see what Tomura had in mind.

Tomura growled into his pillow and mentally cursed his soft spot for the girl sitting beside him. The villain sat up straight. "A kiss," he mumbled quietly. Just hearing the request come out of his mouth made him feel upset.

"Where?" y/n asked; "like, on the cheek?" Y/n's cheeks were lightly dusted pink, and that sparkle in her eye came back.

Tomura looked away and frowned. "I don't care." He didn't expect his little request to involve so many questions. He just wanted to get it over with and move on with his night.

A small giggle from y/n caught his attention. Tomura turned and came face to face with y/n. She closed the gap between them and closed her eyes.

Eyes still open, Tomura studied everything he could. The feeling of y/n's lips against his. How lightly her fingers traced his collarbone. The evergrowing redness in her face. The angle her head was tilted. As he took in everything he could see, Tomura counted in his head. He acutely kept track of every second their lips were connected. The villain tallied fifteen seconds before her lips parted from his, and then y/n lingered near his face for five more seconds.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Tomura. "Was that okay?" He could hear a trace of worry in her voice.

Tomura ignored her question and asked his own. "Do you remember that festival I took you too?"

"I do," y/n replied; "I have a lot of happy memories from that day."

"And your roulette game?" he continued asking.

Y/n blinked. "Yeah, I lost." A small, pathetic smile crossed her lips. "I guess nearly two years later, nothing has changed."

"You said I should tell you when I found an appropriate prize for winning your childish game."

Y/n paused and then nodded. "Yeah, I remember that. How can I forget? You let me start calling you Tomura that day." The dream-like look on y/n's face told Tomura she was reliving the night in her head. Suddenly snapping back into the present, she looked up at Tomura. "Did it really take you two years to think of something?"

"I was holding onto it," Tomura replied, somewhat defensively.

"For what?" y/n asked in a curious tone.

Tomura paused, he thought y/n wouldn't like the answer to that question. "If I needed you to do something for The League, and you refused."

Y/n made an off-hand, and lighthearted, comment about that not being very surprising. "So, what am I doing for The League?" y/n asked.

"Nothing," Tomura replied. Y/n looked confused, Tomura looked away for a moment and back to y/n.

"So what are you using it on?" y/n asked.

Tomura could feel his growing anger at all the questions y/n was asking. He took a deep breath and calmed his temper. "A kiss," Tomura paused before continuing on reluctantly; "from me."

Y/n smiled warmly at Tomura. "Of course."

Tomura leaned forward, hesitating before placing his lips against y/n's. He took everything he learned from y/n's kiss and applied it to his. After a few seconds, the counting in his head stopped, and his mental checklist slipped his mind.

He placed a few fingertips on y/n's neck. Tomura began to feel things he didn't notice from her kiss. How soft her lips were and how fast the pulse beating against his fingertips were. Tomura was unsure if he was picking up y/n's heartbeat or if that was his own. The villain didn't care either way.

His body's reaction to y/n's touch seemed to magnify this time around. Just feeling her fingers run along his collarbone made a chill run along each nerve in his body. Tomura could feel y/n's hands travel to his shoulders and then behind his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

His stomach began to knot up in ways it never has before. Tomura abruptly parted from y/n, feeling as though he was going to be sick. After a moment, the feeling subsided, and he was back to normal.

Tomura noticed how flushed y/n's face looked. The look in her eye was something completely different. He watched as y/n averted her eyes to the side and chewed on her lip for a moment.

When her eyes met him again, they were back to normal. The two sat still in complete silence. He wondered if his kiss was that terrible. He began to feel irritated from y/n's speechlessness.

Before he had a chance to open his mouth and demand y/n say something, she beat him to it and spoke up. "That was..." she paused, and Tomura looked at her with expectant eyes; "I wouldn't mind doing that again."

Tomura swallowed hard. "Yeah."

Author's Note:

So I've been on the fence regarding how mature this story should get since day 1. I didn't think people would read this story, so I never put any thought into it. I'm at the point where I really should be thinking about it, and I have been for the past few chapters. I came to the conclusion that I'm indifferent. 😅 I don't care either way, so I figured I should let you all decide for me.

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Omitting a "do what you want" option because I'll still be indifferent by the time I collect these results so it'll be pretty pointless 😂 happy voting!

Thank you in advance!