The sun shone in Tomura's face. The villain grumbled as he rolled over. "Stupid light," he muttered under his breath. The villain wasn't fully awake, but he was conscious enough to grab onto the pillow under his head and attempt to pull at it with four fingers. To no avail, it didn't budge. He opened his eyes and saw y/n sound asleep next to him, still sharing her pillow with him. 

He let go of the pillow and placed his hands off the side. Tomura was still a little surprised by her words from the night before. She's always been so forgiving. Y/n has even forgiven Tomura for a few of his missteps. Tomura was struggling to believe Malaise had done something so unforgivable to her that y/n had held a grudge.

Tomura was interested in asking y/n about it when she woke up. However, he had no idea how long that would take. Y/n took a hefty blow to the back of the head, and there was no telling how long she'd be slipping in and out of consciousness.

Since Kurogiri hadn't come in to check up on y/n yet, Tomura decided he would try his hand at administering medications and applying bandages himself. The villain recalled taking formal first aid lessons as a child. He was told he had to learn just in case a day arose where he'd have no one come to his aid. So far, that day has never happened. Because of that, Tomura found he was out of practice.

He looked over the makeshift splint Kurogiri made for y/n. He debated with himself whether or not he should send y/n to a hospital to get proper treatment. He wasn't sure if he and Kurogiri had the means to care for a broken arm.

Neither villain knew how severe her injury was. It could be as simple as needing to be set and rest for a few weeks or months or as serious as the bones in her arm being completely shattered. 

He knew the smart thing to do was to send y/n to a hospital. A question lingered in the back of his mind, causing the villain to stop and reconsider. Tomura wasn't aware if y/n had obtained a villain status yet. He didn't want to take the risk. The blue-haired villain mentally cursed Kurogiri for not being around. This was one of the few times where his input would have been appreciated. In the end, Tomura decided he would prefer to keep y/n close. 

He couldn't trust anyone else to care for her. In the grand scheme of things, he felt like he was y/n's mentor. A guide to show her how to be a proper villain. What kind of teacher would he be if he had someone else take care of his injured pupil for him? Tomura was positive she didn't need to go to a doctor, he could patch her back together with his own two hands.

Tomura reached out for the small bottle of medication he had used on the cut on her lip. He decided he should start with the small facial wound. It was the easiest thing to care for after all. 

He knelt by her bedside, so she was within eye level. Tomura dabbed a small drop of medication on her bottom lip and carefully rubbed it into her cut. He found that he was holding his breath as he touched her skin. Even with the wound, it was still soft. Tomura retracted his hand.

Tomura questioned if he should check her head. Admittedly, he had no clue what to look for when it came to head injuries. He's never had one himself. Even so, Tomura imitated what he saw Kurogiri doing the day before and checked for symptoms of her concussion worsening. 

The last thing on the list was to change out the bandage on her abdomen. Tomura reached for her shirt and lifted it just a bit so he could look at the dressing.

With careful and steady hands, he peeled away the bandages, revealing the wound underneath. He looked down at the wound and began to feel uneasy. Tomura examined the gash and wondered what Malaise did to y/n. Another thought ran through his mind. Why? Surely, y/n was unconscious when she received the wound. Tomura felt an uncomfortable sickness in the pit of his stomach as he considered the possibility that y/n was awake.

Tomura finished patching y/n's wound and lowered her shirt. He looked over to y/n's nightstand, where the villain placed father before falling asleep. Next to the disembodied hand, Tomura noticed the little leatherbound journal he gave to y/n.

He carefully picked up the journal and opened the cover. The first page was filled to the brim with all sorts of personal thoughts. Tomura warned y/n when he gave her the little book that he fully intended to read through it. 

As he looked over everything, he could tell y/n wasn't in a good place when she was writing. Usually, y/n could convey her feelings well. Her words in the journal were chaotic and all over the place. 

A lot of her writings on the first few pages were stuff he already knew from the conversation he had with y/n before he gave her the journal. There were some new details hidden among the jumbled up emotions and thoughts. Tomura read each word, paying attention to every detail he could see. Everything from how messy she wrote to her word choice. He knew giving her something to vent in would be a good idea. She was only three pages in, and he felt like he understood y/n a little better.

Tomura placed the book back on the nightstand. He knew he had to go through it later, once y/n had filled more pages. For now, he had a lot he needed to think about for himself. Y/n was playing a much bigger roll in his plans than he had thought she ever would. Because of that, she's been injured time and time again. Tomura wondered what he could do to help her.

He exited y/n's room and came back with a game. The villain sat on the floor, across from y/n's bed, his back pressed against the wall. Tomura kept the bedroom door wide open. Kurogiri's room was right next door, Tomura knew he'd see Kurogiri eventually.

Hours later, Kurogiri came in. Tomura, who was still sitting on the floor, felt like he was being watched. The blue-haired villain could feel Kurogiri looking in his direction. Undoubtedly, he knew Kurogiri wasn't fond of the idea of Tomura staying so close to y/n. 

Tomura admitted that he was no longer going to submit to that rule. Though, Tomura wasn't sure whether or not Kurogiri knew he was breaking that rule in secret for months, via texting with y/n and meeting while Kurogiri slept. Tomura kept his eyes on his game as his advisor walked by and approached y/n's bed.

Tomura watched Kurogiri like a hawk from the floor. He observed how exactly the misty villain was applying medications and what Kurogiri was looking for when he checked up on y/n. Kurogiri stepped away from y/n but didn't turn to face Tomura. 

"It seems I don't need to change her bandages." Tomura stayed silent. He didn't want to waste his breath replying. It was apparent he took care of y/n earlier, there was no reason for him to affirm Kurogiri's words.

The two villains were quiet for a moment. Tomura was too stubborn to admit to anything, and he knew Kurogiri didn't want to point out the obvious. Kurogiri opened up a warp gate. "I'm going to order a proper cast for y/n." Tomura didn't reply or look up as Kurogiri vanished into thin air.

Kurogiri hadn't been gone for long. Tomura saw y/n's room fill up with the black fog that was Kurogiri's quirk. Tomura heard two distinct voices through the blackness. The blue-haired villain forced himself to keep his head down, fighting his curiosity.

"Yeah, no. It ain't a problem. Give me ten minutes an' I'll have it set for ya." Tomura recognized the voice immediately. It seems Giran was making a rare appearance. "Hey, Shigaraki," Giran greeted.

Tomura had planned on keeping his eyes averted throughout Giran's whole visit, but his greeting allowed him to look up. He didn't reply. His red eyes looked in Giran's direction. He could tell Kurogiri was about to lecture him about his manners, but Giran stopped him.

Giran approached y/n's bedside and looked down. "Oh, the poor thing," Giran muttered. Tomura didn't like the tone he was using. The villain bit down on his tongue, keeping him from saying anything. In Giran's hands, Tomura noticed a little box.

Giran placed down the box by y/n's side and opened it; he pulled out a pair of scissors and bandages. The much older villain looked at Kurogiri and handed him a f/c roll. "Do me a favor and soak this in some water for a little bit." Kurogiri turned and did as Giran asked.

Tomura placed down his game onto the floor next to him and crossed his arms. "You didn't have to come here, you know. How much is this visit going to cost me?"

Giran kept his eyes on y/n as he gingerly removed the makeshift splint Kurogiri made. "I'm giving you a discount just this once." Giran placed a gauze sleeve over y/n's broken arm. Y/n flinched and let out a small whine in her sleep. "Ah, sorry, sweetheart," Giran mumbled under his breath.

Tomura had nearly forgotten Giran had that ridiculous nickname for y/n. Between that and y/n's small whine, Tomura felt on edge. "You're hurting her," he growled.

"There's nothin' I can do about that. It's a broken arm, after all." Tomura stayed quiet. Giran was never one to be intimidated by Tomura. The young villain sat still and watched Giran closely as he began bandaging up her arm.

Kurogiri returned with the f/c roll in his hand. Tomura heard Giran utter a small thank you before wrapping her arm up. The entire process didn't take long. Giran arrived with Kurogiri, fixed up a cast for y/n, and left in less than fifteen minutes. Before the older villain left, Tomura heard him talking to Kurogiri. "I'll talk charges an' fees with you later. Hopefully, this is going to be a one time deal. She's not a fighter, an' she shouldn't be treated as such."

Tomura could feel his blood boiling. Although he was talking to Kurogiri, Tomura knew his words were meant for him. It took every bit of Tomura's focus to keep himself quiet. He wanted to argue the fact that he didn't send y/n into battle, that y/n had been ambushed, and that he wasn't the one who sent y/n out in the first place. Tomura was the innocent party here, and he didn't appreciate Giran jumping to conclusions. 

Tomura felt much more at ease now that Giran was gone. Kurogiri tried ushering Tomura out of y/n's room, telling him to let her sleep. Tomura wouldn't budge. Instead, he argued that she was sleeping just fine right now. Tomura could hear Kurogiri's audible frustration as he left the room. "As you wish."

The villain stayed by y/n, patiently waiting for y/n's health to improve. At that time, Tomura, feeling as though Kurogiri wasn't doing a well enough job, had begun taking care of y/n's injuries full time. After a week, y/n began to feel better.

She was beginning to stay conscious much longer after each passing day. While y/n's improvement was a good thing, Tomura realized his nights staying in y/n's room was coming to an end with each passing day. The realization left Tomura feeling apprehensive.

Tomura wanted to ask her what she remembered from being attacked, but he stopped himself. He thought it would be easier to read about it after y/n jotted the encounter down in her journal.

Y/n still needed to rest often. Sometimes y/n would mention how her head felt like it was throbbing. Whenever those migraines arose, y/n would take a quick nap. Because of that, y/n was practically stuck lying in bed. She didn't sit up unless she needed to. 

Her abdominal wound made it difficult for y/n to move around. That was a feeling Tomura knew all too well. He had the perfect solution for y/n. Tomura gave y/n permission to tell Kurogiri to move her around. His Warp Gate quirk could effortlessly get y/n from point A to point B without her needing to move a muscle. 

Y/n thanked Tomura for the idea, which made Tomura feel a bit uneasy. At the same time, she apologized to Kurogiri for being a hassle ahead of time. She promised she wouldn't abuse his quirk too much. Tomura followed up y/n's apologies with a short lecture about needlessly apologizing. Apologizing isn't very villain-like. 

Tomura crossed his arms and stood in the center of her room and observed y/n's body language as he lectured her. Her face looked relaxed, and she had her hands calmly placed on her lap. "Sorry," she muttered as soon as Tomura stopped talking. She bowed her head and recoiled; y/n placed a hand over her abdomen. His eyes narrowed at her response. "Oh!" she began; "sor—ah, right. No more apologizing."

"You still have a long way to go," Tomura sighed as he sat down on y/n's bedside. Y/n's grudge was appearing to be a one time deal. She was still far too delicate and friendly for her own good.

"I do?" y/n asked. Tomura couldn't tell if this was another one of her jokes or if she was serious. 

He looked towards the open door and over his shoulder to y/n. He then remembered he had something for y/n. Without saying a word, he stood up and walked out of the room.

He retrieved her beloved Nomu and commanded the monster to follow him. Tomura watched as y/n's face instantly lit up, upon seeing the Nomu.

She held out her uninjured arm. "Nobuo," she called out softly, and the monster responded to her voice and sat next to her. Y/n gently pat the sickly looking Nomu on the head. Tomura saw the smile on her face. She looked up towards Tomura. "How come you changed your mind?"

Tomura recalled the conversation he had with y/n over the Nomu. He remembered telling y/n that she had a useless attachment to the monster and that he had no plans on bringing it back into the house. Once Kurogiri sent y/n to gather supplies, he had gone back on his word and collected the Nomu for y/n.

"I decided to retrieve it after you got hurt," Tomura lied; "clearly, you can't take care of yourself."

He observed y/n's face, which was dusted pink. A small frown crossed y/n's lips, causing Tomura's stomach to knot up. "Sorry," she mumbled.

Tomura, once again, sat next to her bedside. "What did I just say?" he asked.

The frown on y/n's face faded, and she gave him a small smile. "Right, right. Got it." She looked over to her nightstand. "So, what have you been playing?" Tomura noticed she was looking directly at the little handheld console sitting on the small table.

Tomura reached over and held it in his hands. This was a new game he managed to get while y/n was unconscious. He moved to sit on the bed with y/n. He felt her head rest on his lap while he turned on the little console.

A sly idea crossed Tomura's mind as he realized there was no comfortable position for y/n to watch while he played and vice versa. Tomura nudged y/n's head off his lap, and he laid down next to her. Now they could both easily see the game, and Tomura could lay next to y/n without coming up with a random excuse. The villain mentally praised himself for coming up with the plan.

He felt y/n cuddle up to his shoulder as Tomura set up a new game. Y/n tried telling him that he didn't need to start over for her sake, but Tomura didn't care. "I'd rather start over from the beginning than answer a bunch of questions."

Tomura replayed the entire beginning of the game. It took much longer than he thought it would. Y/n was much slower at reading, and at times Tomura opted to read the game's dialogue or summarizing it for her so y/n could keep up with the plot. After a quick hour, Tomura realized y/n fell asleep. The last time he was put in this position, he left her room and continued playing out in the other room. This time around, Tomura saved his game and placed the small handheld console off to the side. Just like all the nights before, he shared a pillow with y/n.

Y/n woke up after yet another short nap. The room was dark, only being lit up by the moon shining through her window. She saw Tomura's silhouette in front of her. Y/n listened to him breathe as he slept. Y/n had a feeling that Tomura had made a habit of falling asleep next to her. However, she was never sure; due to the delirious state, her head injury left her in.

She watched Tomura sleep peacefully for a while and thought about this. It's not too late to kick Tomura out of her room and put a stop to it. All she had to do is wake him up, and he'd back off without saying a word. Tomura would be in a bad mood for a few days, maybe longer. 

Tomura radiated a serene energy when he slept. He looked like a totally different person. His normally aggressive and anxious eyes were soft and calm. The way the moonlight danced along the top of his light blue hair, which gave him a nearly angelic glow, was mesmerizing. After giving it some thought, y/n decided she didn't mind nearly as much as she thought she would.

The two shared kisses threw y/n's plans off. Y/n only intended to pine for Tomura at a distance, and never act on her feelings. Those two kisses threw everything out the window. Y/n was finding it more comfortable to imagine spending another year with Tomura and, by extension, The League of Villains.

She smiled to herself. She knew she couldn't tell Tomura that he was caught. He'd get embarrassed and have a small tantrum. Probably in an attempt to distract y/n from the fact that he was caught. Y/n chewed on her lip, muting a soft laugh. Partially because laughing would make her stomach hurt too much, and partly because she didn't want to wake Tomura up.

Y/n tried her best to give Tomura more of her pillow. She knew if she played dumb long enough, he'd slowly transition himself until he was more comfortable.

A friend of Giran's friend stopped by and checked her arm. As it turns out, physicians can be villains too. Y/n knew she should be surprised. A year ago, y/n knew she would have been shocked. Nowadays, it wasn't surprising at all. He determined that y/n's arm was fractured. 

It took a few days for y/n's lip to heal. A week for her concussion headaches to eventually slow to a stop. Her abdomen healed up after a month and a half. Much to her displeasure, y/n had a scar on her stomach left from the gash. Y/n tried to think of the positives, her stomach wound stopped her from moving around, once it healed, she didn't need to rely on Kurogiri so much. Her arm took the longest to recover. Y/n had her f/c cast for four long months. When it was time to remove it, y/n let Tomura use his quirk.

Tomura was always close by for those four months. Sharing the bed, as y/n predicted, eventually became the norm. Tomura even began to slowly bring his, admittedly few, things into their room. Y/n could only guess that Tomura's gradual move was so slow because he didn't want her to notice. Just thinking about it always made y/n smile. She thought it was humorous how Tomura could be so intelligent and downright evil, yet maintain his innocent habits.

Kurogiri managed to get a moment with y/n alone. Y/n was instantly reminded of the last time Kurogiri and her had met in secret. The two were only a year apart from each other, yet the two instances so different.

Back then, y/n was in a dark place. Y/n had come face to face with sadness and fear more times than she'd ever felt in her lifetime. This time around was different. She was invested in Tomura's wellbeing. While she didn't want The League to do well and succeed, y/n still wanted to see Tomura flourish.

Y/n and Kurogiri discussed Tomura and her in great detail. Y/n admitted that she was playing dumb for months, and she wasn't nearly as naive as the two villains thought she was. In return, Kurogiri explained he didn't wish any ill-will on y/n and her apparent decision to pursue Tomura's affection. He simply wanted the best for Tomura. 

Y/n didn't like how he worded that. While Tomura wasn't as good at hiding his emotions, y/n thought she wasn't nearly as noticeable. Kurogiri chuckled when y/n brought it up and added how the two of them were much more alike than she'd think.

Kurogiri ended their talk by explaining that he fully intended to continue intervening if he felt y/n was a distraction. Y/n reluctantly nodded, knowing that she could never admit that she had tried to foil The League's plans. Y/n decided she clearly wasn't the heroic type that could stop a major villain organization all by herself. On the other hand, she wasn't a villain and couldn't agree with The League's goals. Y/n settled on floating in the middle for now. Kurogiri ended the conversation. "Tomura Shigaraki has made a decision for what to do with you."

"What do you mean by that?" y/n asked.

"He will fill you in," Kurogiri replied as he sent y/n away. The fog around her cleared up. Y/n found herself in the living room.

Tomura was standing in the center of the room, his arms across his chest. Y/n heard a familiar, playful giggle was on the other side of the room. Before she had a chance to look towards the source of the laugh, y/n felt something ram into her body, causing y/n to fall back.

"I get to play with sis!" Himiko cried. 

Y/n looked at the blonde girl who had her pinned down. "Ah, hello, Himiko." Y/n looked over to Tomura, who hadn't moved an inch since Kurogiri transported her to the room. Himiko got off y/n and sat down. Y/n did the same. "Play?"

"You can't keep getting yourself hurt," Tomura began.

Before he could continue, Himiko spoke up. She gasped. "Oh, right, I heard you got hurt, but Tomura wouldn't let me visit you." She lifted up y/n's shirt. "I heard you had a cut here. I wish I coulda seen it." Still feeling self-conscious about the scar, y/n pulled her shirt down.

Tomura grumbled something nearly inaudible and, once again, continued. "Toga will be teaching you how to use a knife. Maybe then, you'll be able to protect yourself."

Himiko shot up and stood on her feet. She gave y/n a playful salute. "Himiko's Stabbing Lessons begins today!"

"Stabbing lessons?" y/n repeated. One thought crossed y/n's mind: I don't know if I like the sound of that.