Since Tomura found you in some dusty alleyway a few blocks from the LOV base and took you in because he down right pitied you, you’ve been stuck to him like a blood sucking leech; trying to repay him for the way he had practically saved your life when he found you beaten between those dumpsters, whining in pain from the way you were lightly brutalised.

He was annoyed at first, irritated by your incessant need to ‘make it up to him’, your words exactly. He hadn’t even done that much to help you, he simply dragged you, literally, to the base and got one of the other members to fix you up; no way was he helping something like you with his own hands. Not yet at least.

Then he realised that you could be of use to him, sure he treated you like you were just dirt under his boots but you were so clueless and happy to do whatever he asked of you like a pathetic puppy; earning you the title of being his ‘Lap Dog’ from him.

It was honestly a little demeaning, but you were more than willing to do what ever he asks or you just go to him whenever he beckons you with a simple gesture of his finger. It was almost comical and way too amusing for Tomura.

“Here.” Tomura’s coarse tone called for you yet again, scarlet eyes following your form as you made your way to him, a smirk tugging at his chapped lips as you followed his order like always; he could already hear it, the way you’d ask what he wanted from you. It was always damn hilarious.