Y/n gave Tomura a look as if to ask if he was genuinely serious about Himiko training her. The expression in Tomura's eyes remained unchanging. Himiko began pulling her arm towards the back door.

"Come on! Come on!" she urged; "let's go outside and have some fun!"

Y/n knew Himiko sometimes wasn't the most stable person. She didn't like the sound of that word. Fun. Especially when it came out of Himiko's mouth. Y/n kept her eyes on Tomura as Himiko yanked her towards the back door.

"Don't be too rough with her; she just healed up," Tomura called out. Himiko responded with a little giggle.

The sky was clear, and the sun warmed up the breeze. The houses around were so spaced out that the entire back yard seemed quiet.

Himiko skipped as she pulled y/n away from the house. She suddenly stopped and allowed y/n's arm to slip from her fingertips. Himiko twirled around and faced y/n.

"Can you touch your toes?" she asked. Y/n shook her head. Himiko frowned and crossed her arms. "You didn't even try!" At Himiko's request, y/n tried to bend forward and touch her toes. Just as she said, y/n was not able to do it.

"Stabbing someone is so easy! You'll be a pro at it in two minutes." Y/n raised a brow, unsure if she was being serious or not. "First, you get a knife and hold it in your hand," y/n watched as Himiko reached out for one of the knives strapped to her thigh. "And then you just," The younger girl paused as she lunged towards y/n with the knife in her hand. Startled, y/n stumbled back and fell. Himiko slowed to a stop and giggled. "And then you just stab."

Y/n felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. She paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and keep herself grounded. Y/n felt like she was moments away from crying.

Himiko crossed her arms and let out a little sigh. "Slow and not flexible, I've got my work cut out for me, don't I?" Y/n could hear a small hint of playfulness in her voice, but that didn't stop y/n from regretting waking up this morning or not trying to convince Tomura to change his mind.

Y/n watched as Himiko put away the knife and held out her hand to y/n. "That's okay, though. Everyone has to start somewhere."

Y/n looked at Himiko's hand before taking it and allowing the blonde girl to help y/n to her feet. Y/n sighed, she didn't think she would ever be comfortable stabbing a person. However, y/n thought, being a little quicker would be useful. "Okay, so where do I start?"

Himiko hummed as she paced back and forth for a moment. "What to do, what to do," she said thoughtfully as she walked. She stopped instantly and faced y/n. "Let's play tag!"

That sounded harmless, but a little too easy considering Himiko was the one who brought it up. Y/n couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious. "Okay," y/n replied as she wondered what the catch was.

Himiko pointed to y/n. "You're gonna be it. For every ten minutes, you can't catch me, I'll have you do ten push-ups. After the first ten minutes, the number of push-ups will go up by five." Himiko beamed as she explained the rules.

Y/n stayed silent for a moment, she was partially expecting Himiko to talk about what would happen if she was it. Y/n began to fear that, once it was Hiimiko's turn, the little blonde girl would try to chase her down with a knife in each hand. "That's it?" y//n asked, ready for Himiko to say more. Instead, Himiko nodded and confirmed that was all they were doing today. As if Himiko knew what y/n was thinking, she added that there will be no more knives involved in today's lesson. She said with a sly smile that Tomura told her so.

Things still seemed a little bit too simple. However, if that was all Himiko was expecting, y/n was confident that today's lesson wouldn't be too terribly difficult. "I guess I can do that." Himiko smiled once more before running off into the forested area behind the house.

Y/n tried her best to keep up with Himiko. She instantly realized that she underestimated Himiko when she thought today's lesson would be easy.

Y/n couldn't catch Himiko no matter how hard she tried. She didn't realize how quick and nimble the blonde schoolgirl was. Not until y/n found herself struggling to climb a tree while the other was happily jumping about on the branches like it was second nature. By the time Himiko's training was over for the day, the sun was beginning to set.

"C' mon! Let's play some more!" Himiko urged while holding onto y/n's hand as the two walked back to the house. Y/n was exhausted. All she wanted to do for the rest of the day was curl into a ball in bed.

Y/n tried to tell Himiko she was too tired, but the girl wasn't having any of it. "Please," she begged with big, bubbly eyes. "I just want you to do my hair and make it look all pretty."

It was things like that, which reminded y/n that not only was Himiko was a blood obsessed psychopath; she was also a teenaged girl. Y/n sighed. "Okay, just for a little bit, okay?"

A Cheshire smile crossed Himiko's lips as she happily skipped towards the house, allowing y/n's hand to slip from her fingers. Even at a distance, y/n could hear her cheer and rave about being able to spend more time together.

With aching arms, y/n dragged a chair into the living room and sat the girl down. Himiko swung her legs as she waited with anticipation, y/n noticed the smile on her face hadn't faded since she agreed to do her hair. As y/n walked to the bathroom to collect a brush and whatever else she thought she'd need, y/n gave Tomura a quick glance.

The blue-haired villain was lying down on the couch with a book in his hand. He hadn't looked over to the girls or acknowledge their arrival since they've entered the other side of the room. Y/n thought it was odd that he didn't demand that they keep it down. She guessed that he was really into whatever book he was reading.

Y/n came back with her hands full of various things. She handed Himiko everything but the brush. Y/n held the brush handle in between her teeth as she undid Himiko's messy buns.

"Y/n, were you popular with the boys when you were my age?" Himiko asked as y/n brushed her hair.

Y/n hummed. "No, not really," y/n replied.

"Aww," Himiko started in a sad tone; "so you didn't have a boyfriend? Were there any boys you liked? What were they like?"

Y/n didn't want to answer any of those questions. While they were innocent enough, y/n felt awkward answering them with Tomura lying down on the other side of the room. She was finally in a place with him that y/n was happy with, and she didn't want Tomura's notorious jealousy streak to kick in.

"I dunno..." y/n vacantly answered. Himiko was practically begging y/n to answer. "Okay, okay. Fine. You win." The younger girl cheered in response.

"I had a boyfriend when I was in middle school. I don't think I was very popular. If I was, I didn't notice." Y/n hoped her answer was enough to satisfy Himiko, and she'd change the subject. Y/n watched Tomura for a reaction from her peripherals. Nothing. He was still staring at his book. Considering the conversation topic, she was surprised by how adult Tomura was being.

"Ohh!" She cooed. "What was he like? How long did you two date? Why did you two break up?" While y/n hoped Himiko would change the subject, y/n wasn't surprised that she opened this floodgate of questions.

"Hinata was," y/n paused to think of what to say; "sweet, I guess, very kind. He was the type of person who went out of his way to do things for others." Y/n took the brush in her hand and handed it off to the girl while she asked for a few hair ties. "We didn't date for very long. Just a little over a year, but by teenager standards, that's basically forever. I moved away sometime in high school, and we just drifted apart."

Y/n was gathering all of Himiko's golden locks into her hands and began to slowly curl the ends of her hair when she spoke up. "Did you love him?" Another innocent question that could have terrible consequences.

Tomura showed no signs that he was even paying attention. Hence, y/n decided it was alright to continue the conversation. Y/n brushed out her hair, softening the curls. "Well, at the time, I thought we were gonna get married." Himiko gasped playfully and urged y/n to continue speaking. "I guess we didn't love each other that much, or else we would have tried harder to make it work." Those words stung a bit as they spilled from her mouth. Y/n bound the girl's hair in a ponytail. She stepped in front of her to strategically let a lock loose from the hair tie.

"How far did you two go?" Himiko suddenly asked. The girl's already widened smile grew even more so, signaling that the look on y/n's face must have been priceless.

"I-I'm not answering that question," y/n replied. She mentally beat herself up for walking straight into Himiko's trap. Y/n had a gut feeling that she was asking those personal questions for a reason.

The blonde girl giggled before turning her attention to the mirror in her hand. She gasped. "I love it! It's so simple and so cute!" Y/n wanted to send Himiko away as soon as possible, but only Kurogiri could do that. As if she knew what y/n was thinking, she got up from her chair. "I gotta go. See you tomorrow," she said with a toothy grin.

Y/n held in a sigh of relief as she skipped away to both find Kurogiri and show off her new hairstyle. From the other room, y/n could hear her excitedly reporting back to Kurogiri while adding little bits about being excited to spend time with y/n.

Y/n thought Himiko was a good girl, looking past the murder and bloodlust. However, her energetic personality was exhausting to be around after an extended period. Y/n found herself feeling both physically and mentally drained by the time Kurogiri sent Himiko away.

Y/n sat down on the chair and slumped down. She realized just how sore her legs were as soon as she got a chance to sit down. Off to the side, in Tomura's direction, y/n felt like she was being watched. She looked over towards the blue-haired villain, but he hadn't moved one bit. He was still lying down on the couch with a book in his hand. Y/n thought it was strange how quiet he was being.

As she glanced over to Tomura, y/n would wonder if she should say something about her conversation with Himiko. Y/n decided against it for a few reasons. The first being that she didn't want to have any awkward conversations with Tomura. The second was that she was still baffled over what the two of them were.

They've kissed twice, and she has allowed Tomura to share a room with her. Neither of them had made anything official, it didn't have a name, but she was content with where the two of them stood. Tomura made her feel good inside, but she wasn't ready to use the L-Word. Y/n wasn't the type of person to just throw that word around, it held too much weight to it. That word was reserved for family and close friends so far. If she had to label her feelings for the villain, y/n would say that she cared for his well being and was invested in his future.

After a bit of awkward silence, with neither Tomura or y/n saying anything. Y/n found the strength to walk to the room and finally crawl into bed, the warmth of her blanket lulling her to sleep.

Tomura watched as y/n wandered away towards the bedroom. As soon as he heard the door click closed, he folded a page corner in the book in his hands and placed it off to the side. Nearby, he had y/n journal. He was about to start reading it. However, Himiko and y/n had come inside. Although Tomura had told y/n that he was going to look through it from time to time, Tomura feared y/n would begin censoring herself if she knew how often he intended to read through it.

He skimmed over the first few pages again, to make sure he had fully comprehended everything she had written before moving onto the next pages. The following page was on something he was genuinely interested in.

Tomura learned her side of how she got injured and some various other thoughts on the whole situation. He felt a calmness reading that she doesn't remember how she got hurt. He read that she felt a numbing pain coming from the back of her head and everything going black. She didn't even feel the gash in her stomach. As it turns out, she didn't begin to feel the pain from that until well after he and Kurogiri took her home.

The following sections were several thoughts y/n had on the matter. Y/n questioned the morality of vigilantes. He could see that she was unsure whether or not to place vigilantes on the heroes' side or villains'. Tomura kept that in mind, he knew he could do something with that later. Heroes were beginning to make y/n feel anxious. If he could convince y/n that vigilantes were more heroic than villainous, then he knew that would further skew her growing distaste for heroes. Tomura relished in how this situation further blurred how y/n viewed society.

Tomura turned the page and skimmed over it. It was some things about him. He immediately turned the page, not interested in what y/n had to say. He wanted to keep how often he planned on looking through the journal a secret. Tomura would have addressed that the book was supposed to be about ideas for The League, not a personal diary for anything that came to mind.

The next page was, for the most part, uninteresting. There were a few useful details on the page, but not enough to work with compared to the first. Tomura closed the book and put it off to the side. No more than a minute passed. He looked back at the book for a moment and sighed.

Tomura reached for it, once again, and turned to the small section dedicated to him. Tomura tilted his head as he looked over what y/n's written about him. He didn't know what to expect. When it came to people and emotions, Tomura was admittedly clueless. He took little to no interest in people. Tomura wasn't as well versed at a handful of social constructs that the typical person would know well.

He had only read the first few words so far, but the page almost looked like something Himiko would write. If not for the fact that it was most definitely written in y/n's handwriting, he would have assumed the page was entirely Himiko's doing.

His mind traveled away from the journal and back to the corner Himiko had put y/n in not too long ago. Part of him was surprised y/n didn't pick up on her little trap earlier, and another part of him felt different about their talk. He was trying to tune out the girls, finding their conversation mundane and idiotic. However, the topic caught his attention.

Y/n gave him so many more emotions that he had little to no experience dealing with. So much so that he had a hard time distinguishing all of them apart from each other. They were all jumbled together in a list of awful emotions that made him feel bad. Tomura considered that it was the emotion he and Kurogiri discussed a long time ago, jealousy. Tomura couldn't decide if that was the case. He wanted to say that jealousy was definitely the culprit for him feeling so terrible. Still, he wasn't entirely sure about that.

The villain brought himself back to the present and returned to reading the little passage written about him in detail. Most of what was on the page seemed to be questions. Off to the side, written in a small font, y/n either answered a few of them or had some sort of supplementary commentary.

Tomura read the first question on the list. What are we? Next to it, y/n had scribbled an arrow pointing to the thought with a few question marks. He stared at the short sentence. He thought the answer was obvious, which further confused him. Y/n was his apprentice. He was in the process of teaching her how to be a better villain. Tomura chewed on his lower lip as he stared at the question more. After thinking about it, he decided that he must be misunderstanding the issue and that he needed a second opinion on it. Tomura made a mental note to ask Kurogiri at a later time.

He moved onto the next one on the list. What do I like about him? He felt a chill, and his chest felt like it was being stabbed as he read the full paragraph under the question. Tomura clung to each word as he carefully read what y/n had to say about him. The villain didn't pay as much attention to the physical aspect of her paragraph. He noted that she said he had nice eyes, but Tomura didn't care to think about what that meant. She also mentioned even less important things, like the color of his hair. Tomura found he was more interested in the less tangible traits y/n listed.

Tomura learned that y/n saw inspiration in his motivation to succeed, even when the odds seemed against him. That was far more interesting information than the previous details he read about his eyes and hair. He noted that she also mentioned some of his habits that other people usually find odd, she found cute. Tomura scoffed at the word. Cute wasn't the proper word to describe him, Tomura thought. Terrifying, ominous, and intimidating was what he was going for.

The next question asked what y/n wanted. Just like the first one, there were question marks underneath it and another passage underneath. Tomura deduced that she must have stopped writing and continued at a later time. Her handwriting was a lot neater as if she stepped away and came back. He read the short answer. I don't know. Tomura wondered what that was supposed to mean before deciding that he didn't need to worry about trivial things like that. Y/n didn't depict him in a poor light, and that's the best he could have hoped for.

The villain decided that was enough reading for the day. He learned enough about what y/n was thinking, and he had a few questions he needed to ask Kurogiri about. Overall, the passages he read were very educational. Curiously, Tomura also noticed that awful emotion he was feeling earlier while Himiko and y/n was talking seemed to have gone away.

He carried the book in his hands to the bedroom and placed it on y/n's nightstand. Sleeping with another person was something he never thought he'd have the opportunity to do. Because of that, it took him a few days to find a position he found comfortable. His stubborn ways didn't allow for wearing gloves or handicapping his Decay. He felt like he had gotten sleeping next to y/n down to a science.

The villain sat in bed for a moment and nudged y/n with a pair of fingers before laying down with his back facing her. He stretched his arms out in front of him and felt his wrists rest on the edge of the bed. Y/n's arm wrapped around his torso, and he felt y/n press her forehead against the back of his neck as she tiredly grumbled something in her sleep. Tomura took in the tingling sensation of y/n's breath against his shoulder as he slowly drifted to sleep.