Y/n liked going to Giran's office in the morning. It gave her something productive to do. She was instructed to continue where she left off. By the end of the day, y/n and Giran had made the office look much better. All that was left was to deal with the paperwork from all his former clients. Giran didn't go into detail when y/n asked him why these were previous clients, he simply replied that he was no longer doing business with them.

Giran pulled out a shredder and asked if y/n would start shredding the files for him. Y/n agreed and got straight to work.

As she began to shred the files, she would occasionally look over them. Sometimes a particular file would catch her eye, and she'd read them. Usually, she'd only stop for villains that were too young to be villains or ones that she might have recalled hearing about on the news.

Another type of file caught her eye, ones that listed The League of Villains as their organization. Y/n found one in a pile. She read the name and the age. "He's too young," y/n muttered under her breath. This kid, who used the codename Mustard, was even younger than Himiko when he joined The League.

Y/n glanced over to Giran, who was doing research on his computer. He wasn't paying attention to her, so she placed the file off to the side. Slowly but surely, y/n collected more and more records from former League of Villains members. Y/n grew more anxious for every file she found. Why doesn't Tomura talk about them? She asked herself.

Y/n eased her anxieties by talking to Giran. She and Giran shared some lighthearted banter. She asked a little bit about his personal life, and he answered what he felt comfortable telling y/n. For the most part, Giran was a little predictable. He didn't have a family, he was basically married to his job and never thought about settling down. Giran returned the favor by asking y/n personal questions. Just like him, she shared what she felt comfortable sharing.

By the time y/n was done, it was time to go back to the hideout. Y/n said her goodbyes to Giran and showed him the files in her hands. "I was wondering if I could keep these to show Tomu— ah, Shigaraki." Tomura didn't seem to care that y/n had begun using his first name. However, she figured he wouldn't appreciate it if anyone other than Kurogiri and Himiko knew about that.

Giran lit up another cigarette and sighed. "Normally, I wouldn't allow it, but..." he paused and looked at y/n in the eyes. "Sure. I'll make an exception just this once. They were Shigaraki's men anyway."

Y/n beamed and thanked him before heading out. She waved and repeated her goodbyes to Giran again, he did the same.

Kurogiri always picked y/n up by late afternoon. She was greeted to the sight of Nobuo nudging her with his shoulder. Y/n placed a hand on the monster, she wasn't sure what it wanted. If it's even able to want anything. This time around, she was greeted by Tomura. It seemed like he was standing in front of the portal, waiting for y/n.

Y/n noticed he was wearing his trench coat. "Are you cold?" she asked.

"We're going scouting tonight," Tomura replied; "you don't need to bring anything tonight, I'll be coming along and observing at a distance."

Y/n wanted to show him the files she collected from Giran, but Tomura seemed to be too busy. She placed the papers off to the side and took a mental note to ask about them later. "So what are we scouting?" y/n asked.

"Tell me, y/n, what is something all hero patrols have in common?" Tomura asked, ignoring y/n's question.

Y/n thought about what to say. She didn't really know what Tomura expected her to say. She isn't a hero, so why should she know the answer? Y/n hummed and gave his question some thought. Only one answer came to mind. "Patrols are routined. It's the same path every day at the same time, I think."

"Good job," Tomura praised. Y/n gave him a shy smile. That was a guess. IronStrike took the same path every day, that's why she never had a hard time looking for him whenever she needed to find him. Y/n asked Tomura, once again, where they were scouting. "You are going to be scouting a blood bank for us. Try your best to trail the hero that walks by. Tomorrow, we're going out and breaking in, so you better be thorough."

Y/n frowned. The weight of Tomura's words made y/n feel anxious. Y/n tried her best not to look like the pressure was getting to her. She was already feeling awful about going along with Tomura's plans, the risk of messing up made the whole thing made her heart feel heavy.

Y/n nodded and followed Tomura through the portal. She found herself in a dark alleyway. Brick walls surrounded y/n on all sides but one. People were walking up and down the sidewalk. No one was paying any attention to y/n or the villain that accompanied her. She looked up to see the speckled sky above.

Y/n began to head towards the crowd when she felt a hand grab onto her wrist. She looked over to see Tomura holding her back. He pulled father off his face, tucking the disembodied hand away, y/n could barely see his eyes behind his hair. Tomura stared back at her for a moment. "You'll do fine."

Suddenly, the gravity of Tomura's previous words didn't seem so heavy on her heart anymore. She smiled warmly at Tomura and thanked him. Before letting y/n go, Tomura told her that he'd be staying close to her. He promised that if she found herself in any trouble, he'd come out of hiding and get her out. Y/n nodded. She felt much more at ease now. Tomura's grip on y/n loosened, and she slid her wrist from his hand.

Y/n walked among the crowd. She weaved around people, trying not to bump into anyone. The glow of the street lights and car headlights lit up the streets. It was almost like daytime. Across the street, y/n could occasionally see glimpses of a man in a trench coat hiding in the crowd. Up ahead, y/n could see the blood bank.

The blood bank was a small white building with a darkened neon sign just above the door. It looked closed. Y/n sat down on the bench and waited. She had no idea what city she was in, let alone who was the hero stationed here. Y/n kept her eyes peeled for any costumed heroes walking around.

While she waited, she decided to play a little game to pass the time. Tomura was doing surprisingly well hiding among the public. Every so often, y/n would try to find him. Her eyes scanned across the street. She observed the people walking along the sidewalk. Nothing. I wonder where he is, y/n thought to herself.

She glanced over to a tall brick building. Along the perimeter of the building, she could see a shadowy figure moving about in the darkness. Y/n stared, her eyes narrowing, trying to get a better look at it. She spotted some light blue hair reflecting off the light from a passing car. Y/n smiled at the villain and gave him a small wave. The figure walked further into the darkness until it disappeared out of y/n's sight.

A tall, burly man with a black and red costume and a matching black helmet passed by y/n. She watched the hero walk away from her for a moment before standing up and trailing him. Y/n kept her eyes glued to the hero while she followed his route. Every time he made a turn, y/n would take the same turn shortly after. Whenever he was stopped by a civilian, y/n would stop at a distance and try to look inconspicuous while she waited.

The entire walk, y/n tried to keep a mental note of every twist and turn that the hero took. She tried to memorize specific street names and buildings to help her mentally map out his route. Y/n realized there were a few holes in the patrol route where her memory slipped. She couldn't recall everything correctly. She decided to go back to the blood bank after Tomura gave her the signal to stop trailing the hero and try to jog her memory.

The hero was on the move again, y/n watched him turn a corner, she waited before following the hero. Y/n felt like a salmon swimming upstream as she made her way through the crowd and around the corner.

A firm grip held onto y/n's shoulder. Y/n looked up to see the hero standing on the other side of the street corner. Y/n could see her reflection on the hero's helmet. She looked terrified. "Hello there, miss. Do you mind if we talk?" Y/n couldn't place a finger on his tone. He didn't sound mad, but he certainly didn't seem happy.

Y/n nodded. "O-okay." The hero led y/n around the corner and let go of his shoulder. He began to continue his patrol down the street. Y/n walked alongside him. She was terrified to the point of feeling nauseous. Y/n tried her best to keep her head fixated ahead. Still, her eyes were frantically glancing all around for Tomura.

For the most part, the hero stayed silent. Between waving to civilians and signing autographs, he hardly had the time to talk to y/n. Finally, he found a sliver of peace, and he took advantage of it. "I noticed you were following me around."

Y/n swallowed hard and tried to ease her nerves before talking. "Oh, you did?" She didn't know what to say. She's been trailing the hero for over an hour, she couldn't possibly deny it and convince him otherwise.

"I've also seen your face around before a few months back." Y/n felt conflicted. On the one hand, she felt relieved that he didn't say that he's seen her around recently. That would suggest Himiko had been playing with y/n's blood and causing trouble. On the other hand, y/n knew the dates line up with the missing person ad. He had to be talking about that.

"You have?" y/n asked, trying her best to keep the fear and anxiety bottled up inside.

"You had a missing person ad a while back. I wanted to talk to you about it. A hero stationed in your hometown went missing shortly after. I've heard the two of you were close." The blood in y/n's veins ran cold.

"Uhm..." she hummed; "O-okay." Y/n was pushed into a corner. She silently walked with the hero.

A scream filled the air. In the distance, a large group of people was frantically running y/n's way. Several terrified voices desperately called out for a hero while others screamed about a villain attack. Y/n hurried into an alleyway, protecting herself from potentially getting trampled in the stampede.

The hero swiftly went into action, leaving y/n where she stood. Y/n was no longer his priority. She decided to take advantage of the chaos and follow the fleeing civilians.

Y/n's hands were still trembling. I need to get far away from here, was the only thought that ran through her mind as she fled the scene. Y/n hurried to get as far away as possible. She kept going even after it became clear that she was safe. Even after her pace slowed from exhaustion, Y/n wanted to keep moving until she couldn't walk anymore.

Y/n stopped at a little park and sat down at one of the swings. She didn't have a way to contact anyone. Y/n was alone in the dark with nowhere to go.

She thought about her locket. The little button inside was designed to alert Nobuo. She thought about pressing the little button and waiting for the monster to come to her. Y/n hesitated before deciding that would be a bad call. Every signal has its limits. She didn't know where exactly she was, but surely the locket's alert couldn't reach Nobuo. Even if it did, y/n had to consider if she really wanted the eight-foot monster causing a scene and leading the heroes straight to her. After giving it some thought, y/n decided that she'd prefer not to call for Nobuo.

To y/n's side, she heard a chain rattle. Y/n jumped and looked over to the source of the sound. Tomura sat down on the swing next to her. He was pulling off his hood with one hand, the other held onto the swing's chain in a three-fingered hold.

Y/n had a lot to process. She didn't know if Tomura was the villain who attacked earlier or how he found her. She also wondered if Tomura was going to be mad at her for getting caught by the hero or for abandoning the scouting mission. Y/n decided to stay quiet and see what happens next.

"That was a close call. How come you didn't use your quirk?" Tomura's voice sounded harsh, as it usually did, but he didn't seem upset.

"I was going to. I couldn't think of a lie." y/n admitted. Y/n's eyes stared down at the ground. "He seemed like he noticed me over my half-hour time limit, and I went blank."

"You can say whatever you want and get away with it, but you still managed to choke?" Tomura asked, sounding more confused than anything. Y/n silently nodded. "You really don't use your quirk often. It's fascinating how horrible you are with your own quirk."

Tomura's words stung. Thinking back, before y/n had met Tomura, the number of times y/n had used her quirk could be summed up to roughly five, maybe even less. Most kids have a period in their lives where they play with their quirks. Typically, it's when they first develop their quirk. Y/n didn't have that period. It was beaten into her head that she should never use Liar under any circumstances.

"I'm sorry," y/n apologized. Y/n didn't even know what she was apologizing for, there's nothing wrong with being out of practice with her own quirk.

Tomura changed the subject. "Is there a reason you picked this park?"

Y/n shook her head and looked over to Tomura. "Nothing in particular. It looked empty, so I decided to wait here." Her eyes scanned her surroundings, and she let out a pitiful chuckle. "Growing up, there used to be a park just like this down the street from my house." She could see Tomura glance over to her from the corner of her eye. "My dad used to take me every day after work."

Y/n glanced over to Tomura. Gently, she rocked the swing back and forth. She couldn't get a read on what he could be thinking about. Not with his hair covering his face. Tomura never talked about himself. She knew what he was like growing up from what Kurogiri has told her, but she's never heard any real stories.

"What about your parents?" y/n asked. Out of all the questions, y/n was most interested in hearing about his parents. From the sounds of it, Kurogiri raised Tomura. She wondered how he would answer. Part of her expected him to say a little bit about his biological parents. In contrast, another part of her expected him to mention Kurogiri.

Tomura shook his head. "I didn't have any time to do anything like that. Too busy." He shrugged. "I don't remember." Y/n looked him over. Shigaraki didn't sound upset, but he also didn't seem like he was dodging the question. Choosing her words carefully, she asked for more clarification. "I don't remember anything about my parents," Tomura clarified. Still, he didn't seem mad. "I was told they died when I was little. I don't have any memories of them. My memories only go as far as maybe ten or fifteen years ago."

Y/n silently looked away from Tomura. She realized that Tomura didn't seem to have a childhood. He was raised specifically to be the next big villain. This explained a lot about his personality. Tomura tends to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he's emotional to a fault. He'd always come off as someone who was a slave to his emotions. All of it seemed so clear to y/n now.

"What about your parents?" Tomura asked.

Y/n thought about it. She wondered what she felt comfortable telling Tomura. "My parents are alive and well. I moved out to finish my last two years of high school, so they live far away. Though, I felt guilty for moving away because they're getting older." Her face dropped as she continued. "I don't call them nearly as much as I should. I'm an only child, so they're the only family I have. It's kind of a scary thought being all alone once they're gone." Y/n felt silly. There was no way Tomura understood, he just said that he doesn't remember anything about his family.

"I'm only going to say it one more time," Tomura started, his voice carrying a hint of irritation. "The League is your family too."

"Right. Sorry," y/n replied. Kurogiri had shared a little bit about Tomura, so y/n thought it would be fair to talk about her childhood.

There weren't many stories that stood out to her now that she was thinking about it. For the most part, she had a somewhat average life. In school, she wasn't among the top students in her class, but she also wasn't among the bottom. She was perfectly ordinary.

The park she and Tomura found themselves in was similar to the one her dad took her to when she was younger. Y/n could point out things and recall fond memories.

She ended the stories with one last memory. It happened years ago before y/n learned to be less open about her quirk. Someone in her class had money stolen out of their bag while everyone was out of the classroom. The kid was freaking out about it, and eventually, y/n had been blamed for it. She tried telling everyone that she didn't do it, but no one believed her. The whole class, her teacher, included, was sure she did it.

Y/n remembered getting in trouble for the whole incident. She found out the kid was lying about having his money stolen, and he just wanted to cause some trouble. Y/n found out years later, so, in the end, it didn't really matter. Besides, y/n thought it would've been petty to be still mad about some elementary school drama. She grew from the experience and moved on.

Y/n smiled a halfhearted smile while comparing her story to The Boy Who Cried Wolf except you never cried wolf, to begin with. Since Tomura has never gone to school, she talked about how kids are taught to embrace their quirks. Quirks, or even being quirkless, is what makes everyone unique in their own way. That experience is what taught y/n that the whole concept of everyone being blindly proud of their quirk is a lie. She concluded her story by mentioning that experience is the reason why she never used her quirk. Before Tomura, that is.

Tomura stood up. "We both gathered enough information today. Let's go before the cops show up. They're probably still looking for me." He turned his back to y/n and called Kurogiri. Before Tomura had hung up with Kurogiri, a portal opened up for the two of them. Y/n trailed behind Tomura as they went back to the hideout.

Y/n sat down on the couch and let out a sigh of relief. She felt good knowing that she was finally safe and sound. She closed her eyes while she listened to Tomura talk to Kurogiri.

Tomura was giving Kurogiri a short report of today's activities. He expressed some concern about drawing attention to The League. The villain concluded the report by informing Kurogiri that he intended to continue with the plan. Y/n wondered what the scheme could be.

Before she had a chance to ask, she felt the other side of the couch gently lower. She opened her eyes to Tomura, sitting down next to her with his little handheld in his hands. Y/n leaned closer to Tomura and looked at the screen. "Oh, is that the game I bought for you?"

"It is," he replied. Y/n asked what he thought of it so far. Tomura gave y/n a very detailed analysis of the first few hours of the game. While he did so, y/n signaled her Nomu to come closer. The Nomu crouched down in front of y/n and laid it's head down on her lap. Nobuo was prone to drooling, so she usually doesn't allow him to put his head down on her, but she was too exhausted to care. Y/n nuzzled her head into the couch and listened to Tomura talk about his game. Soon enough, she found herself starting to nod off.

Tomura realized y/n had fallen asleep. Not wanting to give up his couch for the night, he placed down the console off to the side and nudged the Nomu off of her lap. Carefully, he picked up y/n and took her to the mattress.

As he placed her down, a few of his fingers lightly ran along her skin. Tomura never notices how rough his skin is until his hands come into contact with hers. It made him feel strange. Tomura had never felt this feeling before, he didn't have a word for it.

He considered that he might be feeling stressed, but that wasn't exactly it. Whatever he was feeling was a miserable concoction of stress, diffident, and uneasiness. Whatever it was, Tomura didn't like it.

That wasn't out of the ordinary for Tomura. Y/n brought up many feelings in him. Pride was one, curiosity was another. Along with those harmless feelings, y/n had also brought in many negative emotions. The hurt he sometimes felt and a constant sense of nausea. Many times, he finds himself feeling constrained and constricted. Even this unnamed feeling he gets when he comes in contact with y/n.

Tomura reached out and lightly placed his middle finger on y/n's forehead. One by one, he continued putting more down until his index finger remained. Tomura allowed his final finger to hover over her head.

A touch to the head would be a quick kill. It'll hurt, but it won't hurt for very long, Tomura told himself. He was sick of all these bad feelings. They greatly outweigh the few good ones he felt. A small touch to the head could fix all his problems.

Tomura withdrew his hand. Y/n still had a purpose in The League. He decided to put up with all these negative feelings just until she is no longer useful to his cause.