Your face was always covered with a dusty rose coloured bunny mask, hiding your once most prized features, only daring to show your nose down-wards. You never once dared to expose the damage that was now left on your left side of your face from your transformation gone wrong.

Your quirk, shapeshift allowed you too shift into the most malevolent creature known to man. Something so demonic that it was mere impossible to look you in the eye. 5 years ago, you tried to transform more then your body could let you. It backfired, bouncing back into your face, leaving a permanent disfigurstion. Your left eye now just a pool of emptiness with deep black veins following it down to your cheek. You kept it nearly covered by an Innocent animal, masking the true horrors of your revolting scars.

"If you don't show me I simply can't trust you." Tomura rasped, his lanky figure leaning against the door frame to your room, his Ruby eyes fixed onto the back of your head.

"You can't hide it forever. How can I know if you're working for someone else. If I've fought you before. I don't like secrets, they really piss me off." he snarls, thin fingers now attacking his already damaged neck.

You turn around, one hand on your mask, the other hand next to you, fiddling with the silk of your nightie. "You hide your face too, Tomura. Don't you think it's hypocritical?" You snap back, however your tone of voice is still calm. You want a reaction.

"Don't fuckin' turn this on me. You've seen my face before. That's the difference." he growls. His voice suddenly drops. "If you don't show me your identity, you're out."

your breath hitched. The league was your home. You're only home. "Fine." You cave. "Dont say I didn't warn you." Your hand slowly lifted to your mask, sliding it over your hair and placing it onto your vanity. Tomura instantly stepped back, his eyes wide and his posture stiff with fear, and.. Something else?

"Y-youre face..."