"I-I don't know much about them," y/n admitted in a quiet tone. The smile on Tomura's face disappeared. "All I have are their names and a picture right now. I-I'm working on getting more info, I just need a little more time."

Y/n hated seeing the disappointed look on Tomura's face. She could tell that he was excited to start working on the plan. Y/n felt awful bringing up his hopes, just to inform him that the huge step forward wasn't as big as he thought.

"I promise I'll have something for you real soon," y/n said in a sweet tone, trying to cheer up the villain.

"Soon isn't fast enough," Tomura mumbled.

Y/n didn't understand why this was so important to Tomura. In fact, no one in The League quite understood what he was trying to achieve. She thought about everything she's heard from the time Tomura announced his plan to now.

"Shouldn't we take our time and be careful? This is dangerous." Y/n tried her best to use a gentle tone of voice with Tomura. She knew even the slightest hint of aggression could set him off. She paused and thought. "Is it because you want All for One out?"

"This has nothing to do with him. I don't plan to break him out. I'm not stupid. It's inconceivable." Y/n noticed something was off with Tomura's voice. What he had just said sounded strange to y/n.

It suddenly hit y/n why Tomura seemed so upset whenever The League brought up Stain. Y/n realized Tomura most likely wanted his old master out, but he had to come to terms with the fact that it was impossible. There's no way one of, if not the most, dangerous villains to ever live would be under lax enough security for Tomura to even come into the same room. Y/n assumed the feeling must be disheartening for Tomura.

Y/n took a moment to pause and think. She leaned close to Tomura. Y/n felt her shoulder lightly bump against Tomura's chest as she fumbled with the files in his hand. She stopped at the paper with the older man's information and held up the document. "This one is going to be my target."

"Why?" Tomura asked. Y/n wasn't sure if he was genuinely curious or if this was some sort of test.

"He just..." y/n's voice trailed off as she thought about it. "He seems like he'd be more vulnerable. If I spoke to him face to face that is." Y/n studied Tomura's face for a reaction. She realized that his question was indeed a test. She cleared her throat and continued. "He's older, so there's a lot that could be exploited. I'm sure something more specific will come up in my research. Who knows, he might have a gambling problem or some family troubles I could play with."

Y/n noticed Tomura hadn't moved or said anything since she began clarifying herself. Tomura just sat quietly and listened to her talk. "Uhm," y/n began as she tried to think of what to say next.

Suddenly, she felt three cold fingers touch her cheek. Tomura's fingers ran down to her jawline and followed until they were under her chin.

"It sounds like you've thought this through." Tomura's usually cold voice seemed softer for a moment, and y/n's heart couldn't help but flutter. For a split second, y/n felt like Tomura was genuinely proud of her.

Feeling flustered, y/n's mind was drawing a blank. "I-I, uh," she stammered. Tomura's eyes remained on her, she could feel herself growing more embarrassed that Tomura could cause her to flounder so horrifically like this. "I didn't really put that much thought into it," y/n said, as if disagreeing with Tomura would undo this spell he had put on her.

Her heart still felt like it was moments from exploding, even though she knew Tomura didn't mean to make her react this way. This was an accident at best. He was merely imitating things y/n has done to him. Everything from how she lightly ran her fingertips along his skin to the more delicate tone of voice she uses to calm him down.

Whenever Tomura tries to be affectionate on his own accord, he was much more different. The villain was assertive. Almost to the point where it would be scary. However, y/n trusted that Tomura would never hurt her.

"Put more into my plan than other people," Tomura growled. His fingers retreated from y/n's face and returned to his side. Y/n could tell he was moments away from his mood souring.

Giving herself no time to think, y/n began talking. "Well, since you're here, why don't we do something?" She hoped that Tomura would agree, but she reminded herself not to keep her hopes up. "When was the last time you've been to the beach?"

"Never," he mumbled. "And if you intend to drag me outside, I'll pass. Besides, I came to take you home."

Y/n hugged her legs to her chest and tilted her head. She hated how Tomura could potentially spend his entire life indoors and be perfectly happy. Y/n agreed with him that the world was awful, but it wasn't bad enough to stay inside every day. It wasn't healthy.

She looked over to the clothes pile in the corner. Y/n hopped off the bed and dug around in Tomura's mess. She pulled out the swimsuit and hid it behind her back as she approached Tomura with a smile. The look on Tomura's face showed that he was suspicious. Y/n placed the items on her hand onto the bed. "Ah, go home? I was hoping to go to the beach at least once before going."

Tomura crossed his arms and shot her a look. "Don't take me for an idiot. I'm not falling for any tricks."

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry," she said, defeated. "If you want to go home, we can."

Y/n looked over to Tomura from over her shoulder. She saw his eyes narrow at her. "Whatever, fine."

"Uhm," escaped y/n's lips, finding herself at a loss for words. She didn't expect Tomura to change his mind.

"You're the only one working towards my goals at the moment," Tomura began as he uncrossed his arms; "I suppose that deserves some sort of reward."

"Really," y/n asked, still not quite believing what she was hearing.

"If you really want to go, you better get ready before I change my mind," Tomura snapped. Y/n immediately stood up and gave him a nod before hurrying into the bathroom.

Tomura let out an audible sigh as soon as he heard the door close. "She's such a pain. Too needy," he mumbled. Tomura glanced out the window, he was thankful that it was dark outside, at least no one will see him. The villain picked up his console as he wondered if he'd have time for a quick match.

After several minutes, the door clicked open. Tomura took a small peel over in y/n's direction. He felt cold. A chill ran all along Tomura's skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He shivered as he looked back down at his game.

He had only taken a quick look at y/n, but Tomura felt like y/n's image was burned into his mind. It only took a small glance to memorize the color of y/n's swimsuit. Tomura noticed the length of the matching skirt. He observed how it tightly hugged around her waist and flowed out at her ankles.

"I'm ready," y/n announced as she stood in front of Tomura by the foot of the bed. The villain looked up from his game as if he hadn't just tried to take a look at her. Y/n was holding her hands behind her back, her cheeks rosy, and her eyes looked expectant. Tomura knew she was waiting for him to say something.

His eyes drifted lower. Tomura's skin crawled, and he began to feel sick. The villain anxiously ground his teeth as he stared straight ahead. "Ah, well, not exactly ready," y/n said as she turned around and headed to the mess in the corner.

As y/n walked away, he noticed the long f/c skirt had a slit that ran down one side. Tomura could see some skin occasionally peek out from under the skirt as it swayed with each step. He watched as she bent over and carefully moved things around. Y/n pulled out a jacket and put it on. As soon as y/n turned around, she zipped up the coat a little bit. "Okay, I promise I'm ready now."

Although it was dark out, the streets were still too populated for Tomura. He tugged on his hood and kept his head down as he walked. The blue-haired villain noticed y/n looking up at him. He met her gaze, and she smiled at him, wrapping her arm around his.

As they walked, y/n tried to engage him in a conversation. However, none of her topics were relevant to his interests, it was a lot of small talk. She mentioned that the ocean looked pretty and that it was a beautiful night. Tomura barely wanted to lift his head, talking was out of the question.

Y/n lightly tugged on his arm, and she began taking the lead. She led him down closer to the beach. Tomura admittedly wasn't fond of the salty air, but there were noticeably fewer people around. He felt more comfortable lifting his head.

The two stopped on a small bridge. Y/n hopped up and sat down on the wooden handrail, while Tomura leaned against it. Behind them, Tomura could hear the sound of waves crashing against the sand; in front of them, a lively chatter filled the air.

Y/n's hands firmly gripped onto the handrail as she leaned forward. The two of them silently watched people walking around in the distance. "People," Tomura said in a disgusted tone, breaking the silence.

"I know right," y/n replied playfully. Y/n pointed straight ahead. "Look there."

Tomura followed her finger to a couple standing out in the distance. The much smaller girl had her arms crossed and a frown on her face. The guy appeared to be talking, but they were too far away to listen in.

Y/n hummed for a moment. "I'd bet she's mad at him because he was looking at another girl. Something to that extent."

Tomura glanced up at y/n. "What makes you say that." He thought y/n can be more than a handful, the villain couldn't imagine anyone willing to show interest in more than one girl at a time. It doesn't sound worth the stress.

"It's his posture. He seems nervous about something. He keeps pointing back too like he's trying to push blame." Y/n lightly giggled. "She isn't having any of it."

"I don't see it," Tomura replied. He cocked his head to the side and watched the couple argue and make a scene. "You must be a better judge of character than I. Personally, I think most people aren't worth the energy to figure out. They're all terrible."

"I've been working on getting a feel for people. Learning to observe body language and stuff like that. I think it would make my quirk more effective." He noticed y/n smiling at him. "Though, honestly, I saw him looking at another girl earlier, so that one doesn't count."

Tomura quietly listened to y/n. It was rare for her to openly say what was on her mind and what she was working on improving. Usually, he'd have to go through her journal to keep tabs on things of that sort.

Y/n's smile faded. "Though, you're right. Most people are awful."

"Most people?" Tomura echoed. Even when the two of them agreed on something, there was always one small detail that was slightly off.

"I don't think you're so bad. I guess you can say, you're my favorite person," y/n replied. Tomura felt his chest tighten at her answer. "Giran and The League too. I can't say I'm fond of anyone else really." Tomura vividly remembers y/n disliking specific League members, he wondered if something had changed.

Y/n pointed out a man standing on a corner with a makeshift sign in his hand. "That beggar," y/n said quietly. "I wanna say he makes a pretty decent amount of money doing that and he's much more well off than he tries to make himself look." She tilted her head and hummed.

"Let me guess you saw him driving a car earlier?" Tomura asked as he crossed his arms.

Y/n shook her head. "I made that one up. Though this is a pretty populated area, I'd assume he'd manage to convince at least a few people to give him some cash."

"Oh, so you do believe people can be good," Tomura said, feeling as though he had caught y/n.

"Not out of the kindness of their own hearts. That doesn't really exist," Y/n paused; "people are pretty selfish. I think doing good makes them feel better about themselves. If they didn't have any looming guilt over their heads, they'd only be looking out for themselves. So even good deeds are selfish acts."

"Personal experience?" Tomura asked.

"I'm no different. I'm pretty selfish too. Stubborn as well." Tomura could see y/n's eyes scan the horizon. "That's okay, though. It's not like I'm in denial about it."

"So what guilt do your good deeds make you forget?" Tomura was genuinely interested in her answer.

He wondered if she regretted not calling for a hero when they first met. A friend of hers died, and she had put another one's life in danger at one point because she didn't get help sooner. Between the lives lost from the Nomu candidates to the death and destruction on the civilian and hero side of the attack, the Nomu Project was equivalent to a natural disaster.

She didn't answer for a long time. Tomura was beginning to wonder if she wasn't going to open up and answer him after all. The villain was starting to feel irritated. "Have I done any good deeds recently?" y/n finally asked. In an instant, Tomura felt his anger had been soothed.

Tomura thought about her question. He couldn't recall any kind acts done on her part. "Not that I can think of."

"I guess I don't feel all that guilty about anything then, right?" y/n asked. Tomura once again ended up thinking about her question.

"By your logic, yes, that is the case." He looked out and watched the people walk around along the lines of stores. "That's something only you can answer, though."

The two quietly stayed next to each other and watched the people before them in the distance live their lives. The silence between Tomura and y/n felt comfortable. As if they didn't need conversations or distractions to enjoy each others' company. Just being around each other was enough.

"You know, I don't think I have any regrets." She looked over to Tomura and the two of them locked eyes for a moment. "I have things that I should consider regrets, but I'm happy where I am now. So those unhappy moments more or less feel like they were necessary. I wouldn't be where I am now if not for them. When I think about it that way, I definitely don't feel guilty about anything. I can't tell if that sounds horrible considering everything that has happened up to this point. Selfish, probably. But I've already admitted to that."

Tomura expected y/n to have one regret to stand out above all the rest. Hearing her affirmatively confirm that she was okay after everything he has done made him feel much more confident that he had picked the right companion to keep him company. "Not to me." Y/n gave Tomura a kind smile.

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The villain stopped leaning on the wooden railing, he stood before y/n and looked up at her. His fingers lightly ran up her lap. One hand touched the delicate skirt fabric; while his other hand felt her exposed skin.

Y/n, who was still sitting on the railing, was looking down at him with a pleasant smile. The villain's eyes traveled from her face to the skin revealed in front of him from her unzipped jacket. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face into her collarbone. Tomura felt her smooth skin against his cheek for a moment.

Tomura placed his lips on her skin and felt the contrast between her delicate skin and his rough lips. Keeping himself stationary, he chewed on his lower lip and felt y/n's warmth emanating. Y/n lightly touched the hood of his jacket. Her hand slipped from the back of his head and down to his neck.

The villain stopped chewing on his lip and cautiously bit y/n. He felt y/n's skin in his teeth. Tomura let y/n slip between his teeth and hesitated. He wanted to make y/n feel good like she had the night they observed the stars. She didn't push him away, Tomura settled that he must be doing something right. Feeling confident, he aggressively went in and bit down near her collarbone.

The hand on the back of his neck stiffened and he heard her inhale sharply through gritted teeth. "Ow." That was all Tomura needed to hear. It was as if a switch suddenly flipped and he immediately stopped, knowing he had hurt y/n. He began grinding his teeth in anxious anticipation.

Tomura tried to take a step back away from y/n, but her hand gripped onto his hood. Y/n's legs hooked around his torso in an instant. She hunched forward and pressed her forehead against his. Tomura could feel his hood slip from her fingers and travel to his cheek. "Biting is fine," she said in a gentle tone; "just not that hard."

The sweet look in y/n's eyes was sickening. Her words and the patient tone in her voice, however, made Tomura feel more at ease.

Tomura pulled his head away from y/n and noticed at the encouraging look on her face. His eyes darted to the visible teeth marks on her skin. The villain leaned forward and tried again.

This time around, he tried his best to be as careful as possible. Tomura could feel y/n relax, her fingers traveled from his face to his hood. Y/n tugged on his coat, trying to pull Tomura closer to her.

Feeling y/n's reaction made him less doubtful. He moved in close to y/n and bit down a touch harder onto her shoulder. He left a mix of gentle and rough bites along y/n's shoulder, neck, and chest. The villain's hands slid up her lap.

The hand that shared the same side as the slit in her skirt unintentionally made its way under the thin fabric. Tomura's fingers twitched and recoiled as soon as he comprehended how high up her thigh, his hands had roamed.

Y/n finally stopped Tomura with a kiss, and she firmly placed her lips onto his. Tomura felt her open his mouth with hers. Kissing was clearly more natural to y/n, and Tomura didn't mind allowing her to take the lead. Y/n broke the kiss abruptly. "How about we head back for now?" y/n said under her breath.

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Y/n and Tomura walked back to her hotel room. Similarly to on the way to the beach, Tomura kept his head down to minimize his chances of being recognized. Y/n hated that he had to go through such lengths.

The door swung open, and Tomura walked in first. She closed the door behind her and bolted the door shut. "I know you said you were going to take me back, but how about we stay here just one more night? Can't Kurogiri come to get us tomorrow?"

Tomura was already sitting in the center of the bed, with a game in hand. She sat down at the foot of the bed and waited. "I suppose," Tomura began; "that old man did buy the room. Might as well."

Y/n didn't appreciate Tomura calling Giran names. She told herself to have a talk with him later about that; now wasn't a good time.

She stretched herself as far as she could and gave Tomura a short kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she hummed. Before Tomura could answer, she got up and picked out something more comfortable to wear.

Y/n looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The skin around her collarbone looked discolored. She leaned in close and studied her skin. "Ow, I really hope that doesn't bruise," she muttered to herself.

Her fingers touched the discolored skin, and she flinched a little. The whole area felt tender. Y/n pouted as soon as she realized it was most definitely going to leave a bruise. She silently prayed it would be lighter and smaller than she thinks it'll be.

"I need to go over biting with Tomura sometime later too," y/n mumbled to herself; "I'll sandwich that somewhere between a short lecture about being mean to Giran and working on his overstimulation problem." Y/n took one last look in the mirror before opening the bathroom door and turning the light off behind her.

"So, what are you playing?" she asked. Y/n rested her head on Tomura's shoulder as she watched him play. The villain began talking about the rules and all the technical mechanics of the game with some light strategy talk.

She patiently listened to Tomura passionately speak, not wanting to ruin his fun by informing him that she doesn't quite understand what he was going on about.