Y/n woke up to her chest throbbing. She opened her eyes and glanced down. Tomura's arm was in the way, but she noticed the light marks y/n spotted the night before. Y/n took Tomura's arm and attempted to move it so she could take a look.The villain's hold tightened.

She tried to move again, but it was no use. Tomura had a firm hold on her waist with one arm. His open hand dangerously lingered palm up. The other was tightly curled around her chest with his thumb still buried into his fingers. It was like his sleeping body was trying to protect her from his other hand by holding onto her tightly.

Y/n has woken up to this scenario many times. Tomura had quite a grip when he was sleeping. Y/n tried her best to squirm out of his arms to no avail. She looked down and saw the discoloration was much worse than what it used to be and was now a full-on bruise. The villain had his arm firmly on it. Y/n gave herself one last futile chance to break Tomura's hold before settling down and accepting her fate.

The room was almost deathly quiet. Y/n listened to the only sound lightly echoing throughout the hotel room, Tomura's relaxed breathing. If it wasn't for the mild pain she was feeling, the sound of Tomura sleeping alone would have been enough to lull her back to sleep.

Tomura readjusted himself in his sleep. His cheek rested on the side of y/n's head. In the corner of y/n's eye, she watched as he chewed on his lips in his sleep. "Tomura," she called out lightly. No response. "Hey, Tomura." The villain's hold tightened as he snuggled against her head. Y/n wondered how someone so fearsome could be so unintentionally cute. She supposed it was because he was sleeping and had his guard down. Y/n knew Tomura would rather die than be seen like this. Knowing that made y/n feel special since she got to see Tomura in such an innocent state.

Tomura groaned and lifted his head. He looked down at y/n with tired eyes. "Sorry," the villain halfheartedly mumbled as he rolled over. Now free from Tomura's grasp, y/n was able to finally sit up and look at her chest.

She had a mostly light bruise that ran from one shoulder across her collarbone. Y/n guessed that it was more of a series of small marks that formed so close together they looked like one. It was darkest in the area where Tomura's initial rough bite had been. She tried to think of the bright side, the visible teeth marks had faded away while she slept, so the gigantic bruise seemed like a mystery.

Y/n sighed, realizing she had some tough calls to make. It had been warm outside lately, and she didn't want to wear a sweater to cover it. At the same time, she didn't want anyone to actually see it. Y/n took a moment to decide which one was more important to her.

Much to y/n's relief, she thought the bruise would lighten up noticeably by the time she saw anyone. Except for Kurogiri, but y/n wasn't concerned about him. At this rate, Kurogiri was an unintentional bystander to her and Tomura's relationship. She just hoped that the shadow-like villain won't use it as blackmail fodder to make her do things.

Kurogiri knew how to push her buttons and light that fire under her. All he had to do was tell The League about her and Tomura. She didn't feel ready to let everyone else know just yet. It felt awkward. She and Tomura didn't have a fairytale start to their relationship. Everyone in The League knew she and Tomura certainly didn't get along at first. She knew questions would be asked, and she wasn't willing to answer those just yet.

Threats, borderline kidnapping, and murder aren't the ideal ways to start a relationship, but that's what happened. Just thinking about it made y/n feel conflicted. If it were someone, anyone, else, y/n would have questioned if they were okay in the head. However, here y/n was, in that very situation. Even more so, she was happy too.

Tomura sat up and yawned. He looked over to y/n and leaned close to her. "What happened there?" he asked.

Y/n wasn't sure if she should laugh or not. She gave Tomura a warm smile and adjusted her shirt enough to see the darker part of the bruise. "Look familiar?"

"I did that?" he asked. His eyes darted across the bruise quickly. "Oh." She guessed he was trying to keep his composure at least a little bit. The night before, he seemed spooked when she admitted that he was biting too hard. Oh, was not the reaction she thought he would have. Y/n expected more.

Y/n's fingers hovered over the bruise. "It's a little tender there still," she admitted. "Thankfully, I don't think it'll be there for long," y/n paused; "ah, well, most of it."

She could see Tomura obviously staring at her hand. "Okay." Y/n raised an eyebrow, he was acting strange.

Y/n wasn't exactly sure how she expected Tomura to react. Part of her thought he'd be sorry, and another part of her thought he'd try to flaunt it as some sort of childish display of ownership. Even though literally no one is fighting Tomura over her affection. Emotionless husk was not the route she thought Tomura would go. I guess I don't know him as well as I thought I did, she pondered to herself. Y/n wasn't sure if she should feel surprised or impressed by Tomura.

Y/n folded and collected Tomura's mess while he called for Kurogiri to pick them up. She could hear Tomura making up excuses as to why they're coming back now instead of yesterday like the blue-haired villain intended.

As the black fog enveloped the room, y/n tugged on the shirt in a futile attempt to hide Tomura's marking. She knew Kurogiri was bound to see it at some point; however, y/n had no interest in revealing it now.

"Hello, miss y/n," Kurogiri greeted. Y/n bowed her head in response. "How was your time away?"

Y/n didn't even need to think about his question, the answer was obvious. She was having a great time when it was her and Giran, and she had even more fun while she was with Tomura. Everything in between the two was forgettable at best. "A lot of it was boring, to be honest," she said with a small lighthearted laugh in her tone.

She placed all the things Giran bought her in the bedroom. Y/n let everything sit in the middle of the floor, she made a mental note to pick everything up later. For now, y/n had her typical League of Villains duties to attend to.

"So Kurogiri," y/n began as she sat down on the couch. Tomura didn't sit next to y/n. Instead, he stood at the hallway entrance and silently observed. Y/n pulled out the older man's file and slid it across the table. "This guy is somehow related to Tartarus, I'm guessing he works there. Maybe some sort of scientist?"

Kurogiri picked up the paper and looked at it. "Yes, what about?"

Y/n leaned forward. "I was wondering if you had any advice on where to go from here. I admit I'm sort of at a loss."

Kurogiri handed back the paper. "I can't imagine why you already have all the resources you could possibly need." Y/n looked down at the file in her hands. "More importantly," Kurogiri began; "what injury did you suffer recently?"

Y/n looked up at him. "Injury?" she repeated. Kurogiri motioned to his chest. Her face had never reddened so fast in her life. "I-it's nothing."

Kurogiri paused for a moment. "Interesting," he said in a tone that was just a little too suspicious for y/n's liking.

Y/n immediately stood up. "I-I'm going to go do some research in my room." Y/n quickly excused herself and made an attempt to leave.

She was stopped by Tomura, who was blocking her route. Y/n looked up at the blue-haired villain, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small strip of paper. "Before you go, can I have you order some things for me?"

"Me?" she asked curiously.

"That old man is still on my blacklist for earlier." Tomura crossed his arms and gave her a look as if to say he wasn't changing his mind.

"But..." y/n's voice trailed off as she tried to think of any way to get out of this. While y/n never passed up the chance to hang out with Giran, the apparently noticeable bruise made her want to hide in the room until it faded. Without saying a word, y/n motioned to her chest.

"And?" Tomura asked. Y/n noticed a slight smile on his face. She narrowed her eyes at him, realizing that she had been giving Tomura more credit than he deserved. He fully intended to use the bruise as a childish display of ownership.

Y/n snatched the paper from Tomura's hand and turned around. "Kurogiri," she began. Before she could say any more, the shadow-like villain had opened up a portal for her.

She lingered outside the office for a moment as y/n anxiously tried to adjust her t-shirt in some way to hide the bruise. Y/n knocked on the door, feeling confident that she could hand him Tomura's list and leave.

"Come in," he called out. Y/n cracked the door open and peeked inside. This was the first time she wished he was busy with a client.

"I need to order some things," y/n said as she walked in. Giran gave her a suspicious look. "What's up?"

He looked at his computer and then back to y/n. "Shouldn't you have another four days at that hotel." Y/n nervously fumbled with her hands. "Really, Shigaraki," Giran mumbled. A puff of smoke escaped his mouth as he sighed. "You work hard and deserve that week off."

Y/n didn't reply. Instead, she kept her eyes forward and listened to the older villain. Giran reached into his desk and pulled out some forms. "Go on and order."

Y/n sat across from him on the other side of her desk. She unfolded Tomura's list and skimmed it over. Y/n furrowed her brows in mild frustration as she looked at the paper. Her eyes darted from the list to the order form.

"His handwriting is a pain, isn't it?" Giran asked as he leaned back and lit up another cigarette. Y/n squinted her eyes as if that would help her decipher Tomura's list. After a few minutes of struggling, Giran held out his hand. "Let me see, at this point, I'm kinda a pro at reading Shigaraki's handwriting."

Y/n willingly gave Giran the paper. He leaned forward and slid the order form his way. He began to fill it out without batting an eye or taking the time to reread the list. "Looks like he's ordering replacement parts for everyone that might need it. Except for you," Giran looked up; "do you need any-"

Giran stood up and walked around the desk. Y/n held her breath as the older villain came closer. He leaned forward and hooked her shirt collar with his finger and pulled it down a little. "How'd you get that?" Y/n could feel him tug her collar to the left and right.

"Uhm..." y/n stammered anxiously. "I, uh," she forced out. Y/n couldn't get herself to admit to anything; however, she couldn't lie to Giran.

Giran looked y/n in the eye, a stern expression on his face. "Answer me honestly," he began; "are either of them hittin' ya or somethin'?"

"No," y/n replied. Y/n internally prayed that her answer was going to be good enough, and Giran would drop the topic.

"Then how did you get it?" he mumbled. Y/n stayed quiet, it seemed Giran was more talking to himself rather than asking her a question. "Why is it darker in that one spot."

Y/n held her breath. She didn't look at the bruise nearly as closely as Giran was. She hoped she didn't miss some sort of hint. "Oh," Giran suddenly replied. He unhooked his finger and walked behind his desk. He sat down before lighting up another cigarette.

Giran gave y/n a look that screamed disappointment. Y/n fumbled with her fingers, refusing to make eye contact with Giran. For someone who didn't have kids nor ever planned on having any, Giran had the disappointed dad look mastered.

The two sat quietly as the older villain finished filling out the order form. He crumpled the list and tossed it into the trash can. "We're all done here," he replied. Y/n nodded anxiously and stood up. Giran followed her out.

A Kurogiri portal was already waiting for y/n outside the office. "See ya." Y/n looked over to Giran, it seemed like he had more to say, but she didn't want to press him on it.

"How was the old man doing?" Tomura said from the couch. Y/n held her tongue, refusing to call him out on the mocking tone he was using,

"Fine, I guess. He didn't really want to talk to me much," y/n replied. Tomura let out a raspy chuckle. She knew he was laughing at Giran's expense. Moments like these made y/n wonder how she fell for Tomura in the first place.

"Ah, well, time to go have a talk with everyone," Tomura said, clearly in a better mood.

"A talk?" y/n repeated, wondering what the sudden League meeting was going to be about.

"Just touching bases with everyone," Tomura replied; "finding out if they've contributed to the plan any. If not, I think I'll motivate them a bit."

Y/n heard the ominous tone in his voice. She suddenly felt good knowing that she had already reported her efforts to Tomura. "So, I don't need to come?"

Tomura shrugged as he walked up to Kurogiri. "Up to you. I don't care."

"I think I'll stay here then," she replied. Y/n watched Tomura and Kurogiri disappear into a black fog. She fell onto the couch with a groan as she relieved the embarrassing situation at the office. Y/n listened to the clock tick in the background, using the metronome-like sound to relax her heart.

Once she felt like the awkward interaction was no longer causing physical pain, y/n got up and walked towards the bathroom. Y/n decided she should take advantage of the fact that she was home alone. A hot bath sounded perfect right about now and having the boys gone meant she could take a long one without someone eventually banging on the door. She sat at the edge of the tub as she filled it with hot water.

"He's so immature sometimes." y/n spat as she ran her hand through the water sitting in the tub. Y/n undressed and submerged herself in the water.

The sound of water dripping from the faucet and landing in the pool of water below echoed off the walls. Y/n breathed in the steam that surrounded her and tried her best to clear her mind. She hugged her legs to her chest and rested her head on her knees. Y/n sat in the near silence of the room.

Y/n wasn't sure how long she was in her meditative state, but she felt a lot better when she came to. The water was now lukewarm, instead of the steaming hot water she remembered being in. Y/n sunk into the water and closed her eyes for a moment.

She realized she couldn't stay mad at Tomura for very long, not for something so minuscule. She realized she'd only be upset at Tomura for a little while. Once she got over it, she'd probably find herself laughing about the situation. Besides, y/n couldn't fault Tomura for his immature outbursts. Partially because she expected it from him, and partly because that's one of Tomura's endearing qualities. His childish personality is what made him so charming.

Y/n always found herself looking back to Tomura's apology when he took her to the festival. A small smile crossed her lips, she now had other memories to look back on. Y/n submerged herself a little more into the water, feeling her face heat up recalling Tomura's sweeter moments.

Y/n thought about his eyes. She loved how expressive they were. No matter how detached Tomura seemed at times, his eyes quickly gave away how he genuinely felt.

Her mind began to travel to more indecent thoughts. Another reason why she liked Tomura was that he was like a wildcard. When it came to more romantic and sexual situations, she couldn't gauge just how she thought he'd react. Until the day finally comes, y/n could only speculate and guess.

He tried to be gentle in most romantic cases so she could easily imagine him being the exact opposite in bed. Y/n began chewing on her lip, just thinking about it made her mind take the idea and went wild, creating a variety of situations and scenarios.

At the same time, she could imagine him being a complete trainwreck. When Tomura is overstimulated, he freezes like a deer caught in a headlight. It didn't take much to stress Tomura out. A kiss that was far too long or any new intimate situation would easily do the trick.

Thinking about it reminded y/n that Tomura merely wasn't ready for a jump like that. For now, she had to be happy imagining what things could be. Y/n sank further down the now barely warm water as her hands traveled down her body. She took a deep breath, and an airy sigh soon followed.

"I fucking hate him, sometimes," Tomura grumbled as he ground his teeth. The blue-haired villain exited the black portal, and Kurogiri manifested from the darkness.

"Dabi is simply being-" Kurogiri began to say.

Tomura cut off the shadow-like villain. "A pain? An idiot? A hindrance? Take your pick."

"And you're going to just stop because you think Dabi is difficult?" Kurogiri asked.

The blue-haired villain waved Kurogiri off. "You finish the rest. It's only Spinner and Twice left anyway, I'm going to take a nap. Having dealt with Dabi is giving me a migraine."

Kurogiri gave Tomura an exasperated sigh. "As you wish." He vanished in a puff of black fog.

Tomura sat down on the couch and slouched down. He placed an arm across his eyes. "Sometimes I think Dabi likes pissing me off," Tomura mumbled to himself.

After a moment, Tomura lifted his arm. Y/n didn't greet him. He thought it was strange, y/n always waited for his return. He remembered y/n was a little upset with him at the moment. Tomura placed his arm back down, deciding she was still mad.

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Tomura enjoyed the silence in the room for a moment before the silence was lightly tainted by an unfamiliar noise. The villain sat up, instantly on edge. His mind jumped to pondering whether or not his base had been found and he was under attack. That would also explain why y/n wasn't around. While he could see her improvement, she was not nearly skilled enough to fend for herself against a hero.

Cautiously, Tomura stood up and patrolled the house. He wandered into the kitchen and peeked into the garage. Y/n's Nomu didn't seem alarmed. Tomura let out a raspy hum as he closed the garage door and continued his search.

The noise he heard before was short and there few in between. It wasn't until he passed by the bathroom door did he hear another one. He stopped in front of the door and looked at it. Tomura mentally noted that it sounded like y/n.

The villain could faintly hear labored breathing from the other side of the door. He noted that she seemed like she was in pain. Tomura began to wonder if the house was attacked in his absence and y/n managed to protect herself. The sounds could easily be y/n mending to her wounds.

He reached out for the door. The villain stopped as soon as he heard y/n's voice. She called out his name. He stood completely still as he wondered if y/n knew he was on the other side of the door. Another sound escaped the bathroom door. This time it sounded like a moan.

Tomura couldn't get himself to take the doorknob in his hand and intrude. He stood motionless and listened in. He felt his heart race as y/n's moans became louder and more frequent.

In between gasps and moans, she'd call out for Tomura. A chill ran along his body, and he felt his skin crawl. He's never heard her say his name quite in that way. Tomura wasn't sure if it was because it was sandwiched between her moans or if it was the tone in her voice, but he couldn't stop listening.

Y/n began to quiet down until the bathroom was completely silent. The sounds of water dripping on tile and footsteps approaching the door caught his attention.

Tomura's brain told him to move and walk away, but his body was disagreeing with him. In the end, he stayed completely still. The doorknob turned, and it slowly swung open. The next thing he knew, y/n was standing in front of him in a fluffy robe.

She had a panicked look on her face. "U-uhm..." she began; "have you been here long?"

"Yeah," he replied. He noticed y/n's face quickly became a light pink hue.

Y/n fumbled with her hands as she sidestepped and pressed her back against the wall. "I-I'm going- excuse me," she said in a small voice as she walked to the bedroom. Tomura watched y/n closely until she closed the door behind her.

Tomura lightly touched his stomach, feeling a little nauseous. He glanced at the bedroom door for a moment. The villain decided y/n probably didn't want to see him for a little while. He walked over to the couch and laid down.

Tomura couldn't get the noises he heard out of his head. He felt his stomach coil as they repeated in his mind.