Tomura rolled over and saw y/n still fast asleep next to him. He told her the day before that he was going to request Himiko stay away today so y/n could sleep in. Part of him expected y/n to get up early regardless and practice on her own.

The villain kept his distance from y/n, unsure where he should place his hands. He closed his eyes quickly as y/n began to stir in her sleep. Tomura listened to y/n's movements. He could hear her turning over onto her side. Tomura figured she was planning on leaving him yet again.

He felt y/n's warmth against his face. He kept his focus, reminding himself to breathe. Giving away the fact that he was actually awake was the last thing he wanted to do.

Tomura felt y/n move about a bit more. Suddenly he felt y/n relocate his arm from his side to around her waist. She delicately left her hand on his wrist.

The movement suddenly stopped, and the room was back to being quiet. Tomura opened his eyes, y/n was sleeping once again, her back facing Tomura. Her body was a lot closer to him. The blue-haired villain moved in a little to close the gap between them. 

Tomura rested his head on his free hand and looked down at the sleeping y/n. The villain looked at the arm she had in her grasp and wrapped his fingers around his thumb. He let out a quiet yawn as he watched her sleep. 

He felt his stomach turn, as it usually did whenever he's in her presence. Tomura hated the feeling, but he learned to tolerate it. The villain had no idea what this sickness was linked to, other than y/n. He ultimately decided that the disease is simply y/n specific.

Tomura let out yet another tired yawn before laying back down close to y/n. He tucked his thumb into his fingers, just like his other hand and placed it under his pillow. The villain stared at the back of y/n's head for a moment. Without thinking about it, his grip on y/n's waist tightened as if his body was refusing to let y/n wander off while he was sleeping yet again. His eyes grew heavier and heavier until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

The first thing y/n felt when she woke up was a sense of being cold. One of Tomura's arms were wrapped around her waist, and another had made its way under her pillow. She tried to move, but Tomura's grip on her was too firm.

As soon as she stopped wiggling around, trying to free herself from the sleeping villain, Tomura readjusted himself. The already tight grip on her became even more impenetrable. He curled forward a little more, so his head was resting closer to the back of hers. 

Y/n tried squirming herself free yet again as Tomura's warm breath brushed up against the side of her neck. Y/n chewed on her lip as she felt a slight tickling sensation dance along her skin. Y/n released his wrist and tapped on the back of his hand. "Tomura," she called out in a gentle tone. No response. 

"Tomu-" y/n cut herself off and bit down on her lip. She stifled a quiet moan as Tomura exhaled again. Her skin crawled at the delicate feeling. "Tomura," she called out again, this time a little more stern. 

"Hm?" the still sleeping villain responded.

"Can I get up?" y/n asked in a sweet voice. The villain's grip tightened even more for a short minute before he finally released her and rolled over to his other side.

Now she could finally continue her morning routine. Just like she does every morning, y/n leaned in close to the villain and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before getting up off the bed. She sat down next to him with a warm smile on her face as she watched him do what he did after her morning kiss.

The villain grumbled something incoherent and rubbed at his cheek with his sleeve. After letting out an irritated whimper, he'd settle back down. Tomura then nuzzled into his pillow, signaling the end of his morning struggles.

While Tomura slept, y/n got dressed into her hoodie and threw on her support items. She had no idea what Tomura had in mind for today, he was too unpredictable, but she wanted to be ready for it.

As y/n walked outside, she counted all the possible tasks Tomura could have planned for today. Y/n sighed as she pulled out her knife. It could be anything from going incognito and doing something that requires stealth to accompanying another League member somewhere. Or it could be something as simple as going out and buying him a new game.

For an hour, y/n slashed at the air, practicing her technique while fighting an invisible enemy. A voice caught her attention. "If you're going to fight someone, why don't you make it a real opponent?" Y/n's concentration broke, and she watched Tomura approach her.

She noticed he was wearing his full set up today. It was rare to see him wear every disembodied hand he owned. Y/n saw Nobuo was slinking far behind the blue-haired villain. She guessed whatever Tomura's task was would be more than a mere trip to the nearest game shop.

"What do you mean?" y/n asked curiously. 

Tomura stopped in front of y/n and carefully took her hand in his. Y/n felt an all too familiar feeling that only Tomura could do so effortlessly, and she looked away to mask her reddened face.

The villain retrieved y/n's knife from her hand and promptly thrust the blade into Nobuo's arm. Y/n stared, utterly shocked, a noise that was akin to a combination of worry and distress escaped her mouth. 

Tomura stepped back and pulled the blade from the monster's skin. "Relax. A little cut like that isn't going to kill it. This one has enhanced healing." Tomura motioned his head to the Nomu, who was licking his skin. With a four-fingered grip, Tomura pulled on his arm and revealed the knife wound had already stopped bleeding and was now healing rapidly.

Y/n felt a little bit better, but she thought the demonstration was still unnecessary. "I-I don't think I could hurt Nobuo," y/n stammered.

"He can't feel pain," Tomura shot back in a calm and reassuring tone.

"You don't know that," y/n replied, standing her ground against Tomura on the matter.

Tomura sighed as he handed y/n her knife back. "Fine, whatever. How about a different opponent then?"

Y/n didn't like the look in his eye. "Who?" she asked.

Tomura crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. "I'll be your final boss." Y/n couldn't see his face from under the disembodied hand, but she knew by the tone in his voice that he was smiling.

Y/n frowned at Tomura's proposition. "If I don't want to hurt Nobuo, what makes you think I'd want to hurt you?"

Tomura walked up close to y/n and rested his forearms on her shoulders. He leaned in close. "You're not going to hurt me. You're under-leveled," he replied in a mocking tone.

Y/n let out a small sigh. "If you say so."

"How about this," Tomura began; "if you win, you'll get a prize. Is that motivation enough?"

"A prize?" y/n echoed. "Like what?"

Tomura shrugged. "I don't care, you pick. It's not like you're going to win anyway."

As the two of them walked side by side, away from the house. Tomura explained that he felt like he needed to get a bit of practice in. He compared fighting y/n to playing a tutorial level on a game, a comparison y/n didn't appreciate. He then added that a little bit of practice was still better than nothing. As much as y/n didn't want to hurt Tomura, she was hell-bent on winning so she could rub it in his face for the tutorial comment.

Tomura told y/n the rules of their little practice match. To simulate a real fight with him, Tomura would win if he managed to place one of his hands on y/n. He added that he was going to try to not use his quirk on her at all. Tomura then proceeded to tell y/n that she could start whenever she wanted to.

Y/n blinked, confused. "Wait. How do I win then?"

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, you won't win. You know, to simulate a real fight." The tone in Tomura's voice was playful at best, condescending at worst. Y/n's brows knitted together, and she punched Tomura in the arm, calling him a jerk. Tomura chuckled. "You better enjoy that hit, because it's the only one you're going to land on me."

Tomura turned away from y/n before she had a comeback in mind. As he walked away, y/n heard him mumble something about him giving her some distance because she'll need it. Y/n crossed her arms and frowned at the off-hand comment. She's been trying hard to catch up to the rest of The League. Y/n wanted Tomura to see that.

Y/n took a deep breath as she held the blade close to her chest. She looked over to Tomura, who was calmly standing several meters away from her. Even at a distance, y/n could tell Tomura was meticulously studying her. She guessed that he was trying to plan out her first move.

If Tomura was going to be observing her, she wanted him to see the determined look on her face. After everything he's said to her, joking or not, y/n wanted desperately to win. Although she kept a straight face, y/n noticed her body language was telling another story. She could see the knife in her hand, physically shaking.

Tomura outstretched his arms. "Come at me."

Y/n dashed towards Tomura as fast as she could and swung her knife at him as soon as he was in her range. The villain managed to effortlessly step away from her blade, causing y/n to accidentally drop her knife and stumble to her knees. He placed a three-fingered hand on the top of her head. "If this were a real fight, you'd be dead," he said as he ruffled her hair. Y/n bit her lip as she listened to Tomura. "You hesitated. You can't do that in a real fight if you want to come out of it alive."

Y/n looked up at Tomura from the ground. "I don't want to hurt you." Y/n could hear the defeat in her voice; she was sure Tomura could as well.

"You're not going to," Tomura repeated in the same manner as before. The villain held onto y/n's shoulders and helped her to her feet. Tomura walked y/n back to her original starting point. "Remember, no hesitating this time," he said before turning around and walking away.

Y/m waited for Tomura to call y/n again. She took this time to think things through. She recalled everything she knew about Tomura. Her run in and pray for the best tactic didn't work out, and Tomura rarely fell for the same trick twice. Y/n knew she needed a new plan. 

Off in the distance, y/n heard Tomura calling out to her, but she stood motionless. Think, what do I know about Tomura? y/n asked herself.

Y/n counted everything that came to mind. She knew Tomura was filled with contradictions. He let whatever unfiltered emotion take over, and that typically dictated how he was going to act until the next feeling took over. 

Tomura was also very intelligent, yet he tends to make rash decisions. He's cruel and is headstrong, most of the time. Secretly he's gentle. He likes to act like he doesn't care about anything. Still, Tomura can be really passionate about the few bits of happiness he clings onto.

Y/n felt like she understood Tomura well, something was bothering her. She couldn't recall whether Tomura was left-handed or right-handed. She tried to imagine the last time she saw him write something down. Y/n was coming up empty-handed, and it was bothering her. She knew which fingers Tomura typically lifted; she knew he used different fingers for different hands, except for when he plays videogames. Those were details about Tomura that no one needs to know, yet she did. Y/n knew she should know something so simple as to whether or not Tomura was right-handed.

Y/n furrowed her brows in frustration as she tried to recall every time she's seen him use his quirk. One by one, she counted everything that came to mind. Y/n relaxed. She was nearly positive he was, in fact, right-handed. Knowing that little detail, she decided that if she went in on his left, that would put her in a good position to strike while throwing him off in the process.

Y/n could see Tomura was getting impatient on his end. She charged forward in his direction, similarly to her last attempt. This time, she kept her body closer to the ground, and she moved in towards his left. Before y/n could register what happened, she felt Tomura's hand on her shoulder. Y/n froze in her spot as she tried to recall what happened. Tomura was so fast, she didn't even see him move until his hand was pressed up against her. He was clearly faster than y/n, but the most discouraging thing was how he was always three steps ahead of her. Y/n didn't know how she could possibly compete with that.

"Remember, if someone's quirk relies on touch, it's bad to assume that they wouldn't be adequate at using both their hands." He was right. Although Tomura's words weren't malicious, y/n felt stupid. She was ashamed she thought her plan would work. Tomura lifted y/n's head with the palms of his hands. "There was an effort. Try again." Upon hearing his kind words and tone, y/n felt a second wind, she reminded herself that she wanted to win this.

Tomura walked y/n back to her starting point again. "Treat this like a real fight. Use everything you've learned."

Y/n's face lit up. That wasn't a bad idea. Y/n watched as Tomura walked away. Once he was far enough, he raised his hand, signaling y/n to strike whenever she's ready.

Y/n ran towards Tomura, she glanced at him as she ran passed him and into the dense thicket behind him. Y/n knew Tomura still had the upper hand, she reminded herself to stay calm and stay stealthy.

Holding her knife between her teeth, y/n began to climb a tree. Y/n hadn't looked back since she ran away from Tomura. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't too far away from her. From her high vantage point, she spotted the villain rushing towards her direction.

Tomura stopped in a clearing surrounded by trees. He stood just as motionless as y/n. After a moment, it became clear to y/n that both of them were waiting for the other to make a move.

Trying to be as silent as possible, y/n took the knife in her hand and folded the blade into its handle. Being careful not to shake the tree branch she was standing on too much, y/n threw the knife as far as she could towards an adjacent tree.

The knife rustled a few branches on its way down. It landed on the ground with a thud. "Oh? Did I find you?" he asked as he walked over to investigate the sound. 

Y/n was hesitant to make a move. She was doubtful that the trick had genuinely worked. She got the idea from Tomura's games, after all.

Tomura's advice rang in y/n's head. Don't hesitate. She held onto a branch above her head and landed on the grass down below. Y/n scurried away, praying she was out of Tomura's peripherals. Y/n hid behind a tree as she saw Tomura turn and walk towards her direction.

Y/n, admittedly, had no idea what to do next. She didn't plan this far. Even worse, y/n realized she had literally thrown away her win. She'd win this match if she got her blade close enough to Tomura. Y/n realized that she threw her knife as soon as she saw it in Tomura's hand. Not only did y/n need to think about what to do next, but she also needed to find a way to get Tomura to drop her knife.

Y/n scrambled for another hiding spot. She stuck her hand down into her hoodie and pulled out the little silver pendant. Y/n was convinced this was the only way to make things fair.

Y/n covered her mouth and held her breath as Tomura's steps became louder. Although she knew Tomura wasn't going to hurt her, she was still so invested in this round. So much so, that she began feeling anxious at the thought of losing.

"What is that?" Tomura mumbled, mere inches away from y/n's hiding spot. Too afraid to turn around and look back, y/n listened to what was going on. She heard Nobuo's uneasy gargling sounds and the sound of trees rustling. Suddenly, Tomura's voice caught y/n's attention. "Come now, using a Nomu is cheating,"

Y/n took a peek and saw Tomura and Nobuo going at each other. On the ground, right by their battle, y/n spotted her knife. Her eyes darted over from the blade to Tomura and back over to her target. Y/n rushed over as fast as she could.

Before she had a chance to even touch the handle, y/n felt a cold pair of fingers on her cheek. "Cheater," Tomura scowled.

"You said to treat this like a real fight. Wouldn't I use Nobuo?" y/n asked as she picked up the knife from the ground and stood up straight in front of Tomura.

"Fair enough," Tomura muttered. He answered quickly, y/n knew he didn't put much thought into her question. The answer was too obvious. Tomura stepped away from y/n. "Go ahead and try again. Use your Nomu if you wish, it won't change the results."

Y/n tried several more times to best Tomura at his own game. Although adding her Nomu to the equation made Tomura's challenge less daunting, she still lost every round.

At the end of the day, Tomura was on a completely different level. Y/n couldn't find herself feeling frustrated over it. He had nearly a whole lifetime of experience; y/n had less than a year. Tomura's challenge wasn't going to be fair, no matter what she did.

After yet another loss, y/n sat down on the grass to catch her breath. She felt the cold breeze against her skin. In the corner of her eye, she saw Tomura sit down next to her. "Giving up?" he asked.

Y/n nodded. "Yeah, for now. Can we do this again sometime, though? I might manage to win later."

"Whatever," Tomura responded. Y/n gave him a small smile.

Y/n stood up and offered the villain her hand. "Let's go home." Tomura carefully took her hand and stood up.

Y/n, who was more familiar with the surrounding area, took the lead and led Tomura back to the house.  As the two walked, Nobuo trailed far behind. Y/n and Tomura talked about anything and everything that came to mind. 

Tomura mentioned that he wanted to continue his game, y/n promised she'd make time to watch him play when they got back home. Y/n mentioned some books she thought he'd like and asked how he was enjoying the one she'd seen him read while Himiko was visiting.

He stopped just shy of the door frame. "So, do you have a reason to be here now?"

Y/n gave Tomura a confused look from over her shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"With The League," Tomura clarified.

Y/n thought the answer was obvious. She had nowhere else to go. Tomura and Kurogiri treated her like family, so she stuck around. Of course, that thought wasn't what came out of y/n. 

"Why am I still in The League," y/n said out loud to herself, a bit lost in thought. "Waiting for a hero is dangerous. People should have the means to protect themselves, so the quirk regulation laws are stupid."

Y/n looked into Tomura's eyes as if trying to decipher if her answer was sufficient enough for her. He seemed pleased with her response, but Y/n wasn't done. "I..." her voice trailed off as she thought about how she should word the next, albeit selfish, thing she wanted to say. "I also want to see a world where we can do something out in public together. I don't want to feel scared every time I see a hero. I'm tired of hiding."

Y/n looked away from Tomura. He was happy with the first response, y/n grew worried that the second part ruined everything. Y/n felt Tomura's hand on her head. She looked up at the villain. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

Y/n took Tomura by the wrist and led him inside. "You said you wanted to continue you're game, how about we go now? It'll be your prize for winning all those matches."

She could hear Tomura walking behind her. "Oh, something we were going to already do regardless if I let you win or not," Tomura said in an unenthusiastic tone. "Besides, I said you can pick a prize for you. Why are you picking mine out?"

Y/n paused and thought about it. He was right. "So, what do you want then?"

"I don't know. I'll think about it," he shot back.

"Alright, let me know when something comes to mind, then."