Y/n was hard at work in Giran's office. She rested her head on the armrest, glossing over the record in her hand. Once she reached the bottom of the file, y/n placed aside the document. She dug through a box on the floor in front of her. Y/n made eye contact with Giran as she pulled out a relatively high tech-looking gun.

"Are ya feeling alright?" he asked; "you've been gloomy these past few weeks."

"I'm fine," y/n replied, her quirk activated.

On top of finding out a close friend identified her as a member of The League of Villains, the hideout has been very lonely lately. Tomura still hasn't let up his sudden bout of silence, and Nobuo doesn't make for good conversation.

"Well, if you say so," Giran responded, entirely oblivious to how upset she honestly was. "Are you almost done with that box?"

Y/n nodded. "Yes, almost done," y/n replied, looking over the last few checkboxes of the document she was holding in her hand. Y/n picked up the box on the floor and placed it on Giran's desk with the inventory report neatly placed on top of the box.

"Good, good," Giran replied, handing y/n another small box and a sheet of paper. "I'm glad ya can keep your head in your work after learning about," he paused; "ya know, your friend."

Y/n let out a quiet hum. "Sure," y/n mumbled. She sat herself down and continued reading.

This week's task was to help Giran with his inventory check. Giran explained that he had several big orders this month, adding that he didn't have time to hunt down the supplies and make sure the shipments were correct. Y/n went down the checklist for Giran. She double and triple checked that everything matched up with his inventory report.

"So are you down to grab lunch?" he asked. Y/n was still hesitant to go outside, knowing that she might one day get stopped by a cop or hero. She reluctantly nodded and took the money from Giran's hand. "It doesn't matter where you go. You know what I like from just about everywhere." Y/n slipped on her hoodie and lifted the hood over her head. She paused and glanced back at Giran. "Isn't that Shigaraki's?"

Y/n looked down at the hoodie. "Ah, it was." She could feel Giran eyeing the hoodie.

"He makes you wear his things now?" Giran asked.

Y/n could feel her face flush. "U-uh," she anxiously stuttered; "this is... my uh, v-" y/n cut herself off. She was so used to everyone calling the hoodie part of her Villain Costume that she almost accidentally called it that herself. Y/n cleared her throat. "I wear this when Shigaraki has jobs for me."

"Shigaraki's hand-me-downs are part of your villain outfit?" he asked, sounding a little offended. "If ya needed a costume, I could have ordered ya something. Why didn't he order you a costume when he bought your mask? Don't tell me Shigaraki is a cheapskate. What kinda leader does that?"

Y/n's eyes nervously darted all around the office as the older villain went on a tangent. Giran stopped and let out a hearty chuckle. "Look at ya. Your face is all red. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had a little crush." Giran paused for a moment before letting out an even louder laugh. "No, that's too ridiculous. I can't imagine anyone tolerating him to that extent."

The anxious expression on y/n's face remained unchanging. "Uhm... I-I," y/n's mind went blank in her panic. She was too flustered to think of a lie; she didn't know what to say.

Giran looked over at y/n. His pink eyes narrowed as he studied her body language. "No," he gasped; "you do, don't you?"

"I-I, uhm, " y/n fumbled with her hands. Y/n turned around and walked away from the awkwardness she'd found herself in.

Y/n didn't stop walking until she was down in the lobby. She leaned her back against a wall and pulled the hoodie's drawstrings. Y/n cocooned herself in the hoodie and let out a muffled groan. "Why…?" she cried to herself; "why me?" Y/n slid her back down the wall until she was sitting down. "That was so embarrassing."

Y/n walked down the street, trying to decide what to do now. Do I erase that conversation from Giran's memory? Should I let him keep it? Y/n's mind jumped back and forth between the two, trying to think of reasons to do both. Y/n, preoccupied with thinking about what to do next, ran on autopilot mode. The first thing y/n remembered was walking down the street, and the next, she's headed back to the office with a bag of food in her hands.

By the time she got back to the office, y/n hadn't decided what she was going to do with Giran. She lingered outside Giran's door for a moment. Y/n decided to give Giran a chance.

"I'm back," y/n announced nervously.

"Welcome back," Giran greeted; "what did you get?" Y/n felt a little bit relieved that Giran hadn't brought up Tomura. She placed the bag on his desk and laid out the food.

Y/n leaned on Giran's desk as she ate. Everything was fine so far. Giran didn't press on y/n or tease her. Y/n felt better, knowing that she didn't have to wipe his memory. After learning that Aya, albeit unintentionally, affiliated her to The League, lying had left a foul taste in her mouth.

"So, I'm sorry, but I have to know. Why, Shigaraki?" Giran asked. Y/n felt her heart race. She was hoping he would have dropped it. "I'm just curious. I swear I'll drop it after this."

Y/n poked at her food with her fork. She could feel the heat rising to her face. Y/n didn't know the answer to that herself, she didn't know what to say. "I-I don't…" her voice trailed off, starting to feel the stress of being put on the spot.

Giran raised an eyebrow. "I can't imagine it's his looks, but I can't see it being his personality either. The two of you are like night and day."

Giran wasn't helping. She's been suppressing her feelings for months, and she hadn't given herself a moment to think about it. Y/n sighed and thought about it, trying to decide if it was his looks or his personality. Y/n drew little circles on Giran's desk with her index finger as she thought about it.

Tomura wasn't some hideous monster. He didn't take care of himself, but his physical flaws, if she could even call them that, made him look unique. His eyes were beautiful; they're expressive and lively. She also liked his hair color; naturally light blue hair isn't terribly common. Y/n could think of many girls that would kill to have natural blue hair.

His personality wasn't downright awful. Tomura had his moments, but so does everyone else. No one is a saint all of the time. He's intelligent and easy to hold a conversation with when he's in the mood to talk. He can be too stern sometimes, but y/n would be lying if she didn't admit that the thought of him only showing his calmer side to her isn't a little bit romantic. Y/n shook the thought from her head, that was the terrible romance novels talking.

Y/n looked back to Giran. "I don't…" she struggled to get the words out of her mouth.

"Save it, " Giran replied, cutting y/n off. "It's written all over your face." Giran lit up a cigarette. "I saw that goofy lovey-dovey smile on your face when you were thinking about him."

Y/n covered her mouth with her hands. "W-what smile?!" y/n asked. Giran chuckled at her response.

"Well, it seems like you have no interest in pursuing him, good for you." Hands still over her mouth, y/n asked what he meant by that. "You two wouldn't work out. I can imagine the stress he probably gives ya. Hell, he stresses me out, and I speak with him maybe once a month. I can only imagine how you and Kurogiri must feel."

Y/n tried to hold back her tongue, but she couldn't hold back. "He's not that bad all of the time."

"Ohh, so you're defending him, are ya?" Giran laughed. Y/n lowered her head even more, covering her whole face in her hands. "Okay, okay, I'm done teasing. I can't imagine that crab of a human being ever being able to feel anything other than anger anyway." Y/n fought back the urge to ask Giran not to call Tomura names. Giran looked up, y/n noticed that he was looking past her. "Looks like your ride is here. Hm, this is earlier than usual."

Y/n has never felt so relieved to see a Kurogiri portal. She had to remind herself not to wrap her arms around the villain as she walked through the fog.

Kurogiri was standing in front of y/n. She looked up at the much taller villain. "Do you mind coming along with me for the rest of the day?" Y/n has ever done anything with just Kurogiri. Part of her was intrigued, but another part of her was too emotionally exhausted from Giran's questioning.

She peeked over to Tomura, who hadn't looked up from his game. Y/n frowned at Tomura before reluctantly agreeing to go along with Kurogiri.

Y/n found herself being taken far away from the hideout. Y/n observed her surroundings. Like usual, Kurogiri had taken her to an alleyway. She noticed a thick layer of fog and a brick wall behind her. Up ahead, people were walking down the sidewalk. Across the street, y/n saw a posh cafe next to a nicely decorated deli.

A warm hand touched her shoulder. Y/n jumped and looked over her shoulder, to see Kurogiri looming over her. He held out a piece of paper to her. Y/n looked at it, Kurogiri had written down an address. "I'd appreciate it if you would go here. I'd do it, but I'm afraid I stand out a tad bit too much. We aren't far from this address; it's just around the corner."

Y/n held the paper in her hands and walked out into the street. She glanced over her shoulder to see Kurogiri vanish into a black fog. Y/n looked to her left and right; she had no idea which way she should go. Y/n stopped a random man that seemed friendly enough. He pointed her down the street and gave vague directions. Y/n bowed her head and thanked him.

Y/n spotted Kurogiri from time to time in the occasional alleyway, urging her to keep going. She felt suspicious. Kurogiri never told her where she was going or what she was doing.

Y/n stopped in front of a building. She looked to her sides and stepped inside. A nicely dressed woman greeted y/n at the door. "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"An appointment?" y/n echoed; "uhm. I guess so." Y/n wondered if she was in the right building.

Y/n watched the woman walked around the desk and glance over a book. "Are you Miss l/n?"

"I-I am, " y/n replied.

"Ah, your uncle said you were coming by. You're a bit early, but that's alright."

Uncle? Y/n was utterly confused. "I see…" y/n mumbled.

The woman perked up. "Shall we head out?" Y/n didn't think she had a choice in the matter. She followed the woman out of the building and into a parking garage. The woman led y/n to a sleek black car.

Y/n was hesitant to get into the car. She reminded herself that Kurogiri wanted her to talk to this woman. Against her better judgment, y/n got into the passenger seat. Y/n glanced out of the window as the car began to move.

The woman broke the silence. "So, what's your estimated price range?"

Y/n had no idea what she was talking about. "Uh, did my uncle give you a price range?"

She hummed. "$150,000 to $200,000."

Y/n held her breath; she had no idea what she was supposed to be buying, but y/n could never dream of paying that much for anything. "Okay, " she replied anxiously.

After some time, the car stopped in front of a house. The woman led y/n to the front door and unlocked it. "Let me show you around."

As she led y/n around, she talked about various things about the house. It was a single-story, three bed, two bath house, and close to an elementary school. She had turned to y/n and asked if she had any kids. Y/n shook her head in response.

Y/n thought the house was cute. In the corner of her eye, as the house tour continued, y/n could catch occasional glimpses of blackness pop up out of thin air. Sometimes, she'd hear silent footsteps in another room. The sounds Kurogiri was making sounded clear as day to y/n; she was surprised the woman couldn't pick up on it as well.

The house tour came to a close, and the woman turned around to face y/n. "So, how do you like this house?" Behind the woman, Kurogiri silently manifested. He shook his head.

Y/n tried her best not to look like she was staring at something or someone in this case. "I don't think this place will do."

The woman paused before her smile returned. "Wel, that's alright. I have quite a few more places lined up. Shall we go to the next?" Y/n nodded in agreement.

The woman led y/n around, house after house. Y/n was starting to feel worn out from listening to the woman talk up each house. Each time she looked o y/n for approval, Kurogiri gave y/n the signal to say no.

"Well, this is one of the last houses I have planned for you, " the woman said. Y/n could tell her upbeat guise was starting to slip, and she was growing more irritated. "Now, I warn you, this one is a little out of the way."

She isn't kidding, y/n thought to herself as the woman slowly drove down a winding gravel road. Y/n noticed they drove by a house. It was several minutes before they made it to another house. "Are all the houses on this road so spaced out?" y/n asked.

"Yes, it's quite isolated. The woman stopped the car in front of a house. The very first thing y/n noticed was all the trees that surrounded the quaint, little house.

From the outside, y/n thought the house reminded her of a slasher film. It looked cute, but y/n couldn't help but think it was creepy.

The woman led her around the house. It had two rooms and two bathrooms. The kitchen was much more spacious than she thought it would be. Y/n could imagine putting a decently sized table in the kitchen. The backyard was huge, with trees everywhere.

"So what do you think?" she asked, turning to y/n.

Y/n glanced around for Kurogiri. Nothing. Y/n began to feel pressured without Kurogiri's guidance. "I… Ah…" y/n said, anxiously looking about.

"Oh, hon, you dropped your checkbook," the woman suddenly said, picking up the little checkbook in her hand and handing it to y/n.

Y/n decided that was Kurogiri's way of saying yes. "I think this will do. How much do I owe you?" The woman instructed y/n to stand still while she hurries off to her car. Y/n did as she said.

Kurogiri manifested as soon as the front door closed. "This is a beautiful house, right?"

Y/n jumped and let out a yelp. "I-I guess. But why are we looking for a house?"

Kurogiri explained that he and Tomura swapped bases every year. It was a safety precaution. He added that lately, it was hard for him and Tomura to find a proper hideout, being well-known villains. "Miss y/n, do you mind bringing down the price range?"

Y/n was tired of the stuffy, broken down hideout. She agreed to work on the price — anything to get out of the base. Kurogiri vanished out of thin air as the door began to open.

"Who were you talking to, dear?" the woman asked. Y/n held up the phone Giran gave her and explained that she was on her phone. The woman shrugged off y/n's words and held up a small stack of paper.

Y/n took the packet and looked over it. The papers were a rental agreement. Y/n made sure to read the small print. While she read, y/n could hear the woman impatiently tapping on the kitchen counter.

Everything seemed to check out. Reading the rental agreement reminded y/n of when she moved out back when she was seventeen. Except y/n had her parents' help.

The rental agreement said $200,000. That nearly made y/n's heart stop. Y/n pulled out the checkbook and filled It in. Y/n ripped out the check and handed it over to the woman.

The woman looked at the check and frowned. "Oh, no, honey. That's $200,000, not $20,000."

Y/n kept a straight face. "But you said $20,000," y/n said. Y/n held her breath. Her quirk has that bothersome thirty-minute time limit; she tried her best to word the lie to get around her limit.

The woman paused and thought about it. "I did, didn't I?"

Y/n could hear the confusion in her voice; she handed the woman the rental agreement and pointed to the price on the document. "See $20,000." The woman looked at the paper and agreed that it did say $20,000.

She accepted the check and offered y/n a ride. Y/n politely declined, saying that she wanted her uncle to check the house out. The woman handed y/n a key and shook her hand before living.

Y/n sat down on the floor and let out a relieved sigh. Kurogiri manifested. "I expected you to go cheaper than that."

Y/n shrugged. "Yeah, maybe."

"You're still far too sweet, " Kurogiri softly complained.Y/n grinned at him, unsure if he was mad or not. "Shall we head back? We can move tomorrow."

Y/n stood up and stopped. "Uhm, before we go, can I ask you a question?" Y/n knew she was going to ask in vain. She's asked Kurogiri about Tomura before, and he refused to say anything is wrong with him. Kurogiri invited y/n to ask her question. "Is Tomura mad at me?"

Kurogiri's eyes flickered. "No, he's not mad, quite the opposite, actually."

Y/n frowned. "Doesn't feel like it."

Kurogiri sighed. "Tomura Shigaraki is just working through something. He'll be back to normal soon." Y/n's frown deepened, Kurogiri said he'd stop soon a month ago.

Y/n didn't trust Kurogiri's words, but there wasn't anyone else to ask. Kurogiri was the only one who had an inkling of an understanding of Tomura and how he thinks.

Kurogiri placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'd never expected you to be so concerned for Tomura Shigaraki. Six months ago, you were ignoring him, similar to how he is now."

Y/n's face reddened. "Yeah, I did that," y/n admitted. She fumbled with her hands, remembering that Kurogiri talked about how Tomura considered her a friend, and she went radio silent on him.

Tomura seemed like the type to hold a grudge. Y/n wouldn't be surprised if he were trying to make them even. Kurogiri promised that he wasn't mad at her. Y/n couldn't figure out what was running through Tomura's head for this past month.

Kurogiri opened up a portal for y/n, and she walked through. Y/n immediately scanned the room for Tomura. Y/n spotted him near the kitchen with a cup of water in his hand.

Y/n walked up to him and bowed her head. "Kurogiri and I are back." Y/n lifted her head to see Tomura walking past her. He sat down on the couch and placed the cup on the floor. Y/n turned to follow Tomura to sit down next to him.

Before she made it to the sofa, Tomura readjusted himself, so he was lying down. He and y/n made slight eye contact with each other before he looked down at his game.

Y/n swallowed hard and frowned. She stepped away, calling for her Nomu to lay down by her side. Y/n sat down on the mattress, her back pressed against the wall as she pulled out a book.

Nobuo rested his head n y/n's lap. She patted the monster just shy of his exposed brain. Although she was staring at the book, y/n went over Kurogiri's words.

She reminded herself that he promised Tomura wasn't mad at her. Quite the opposite, actually, rang through her mind. Y/n was trying her best to dissect Tomura's head. She tried to figure out what Tomura could possibly be working out. Nothing came to mind. Y/n glanced in Tomura's direction. What is going on in that head of yours?