Ever since All for One picked Tenko off of the streets, he abandoned the name to become Tomura Shigaraki. As far as him and All for One were aware, Tenko Shimura was no more than an identity he's kept secret from everyone in the league, including you, despite your supposed closeness.

Yet, he can only hide his past for so long.

Tomura knew he was fucked when he watched the news channels announce something about soulmates, with names appearing on others wrists. As a villain, he never really cared much for romance or soulmates, he has goals for the league—his colleagues, his friends, the closest thing he has to family. He can't abandon that for some silly soulmate dream.

Well, he thought so, anyway. The day your name appeared on his wrist was the day he knew he was fucked.

You were in the bar of the hideout, per usual, watching Kurogiri clean the glasses you handed him from his place behind the counter. As you go to grab another glass for him, you glance down at your wrist. There was a name? You didn't even think you'd get a soulmate, yet here you are. I mean, it's not like you were the first—Toga was bawling her eyes out because she didn't have Izuku written on her wrist—but still, it's strange, especially when you don't recognize the name.

Tenko Shimura.

You hadn't ever heard the name, so you just assumed it was some civilian, but Tomura had a different reaction. Your name was on his wrist. You were soulmates, and you didn't even know it. What you did know was that Tomura started making more efforts to hide his wrists, wearing longer shirts, bracelets, anything. It was a little confusing, but it was whatever.

But curiosity got the best of you, and while you were sitting in the bar again, as you usually do, you watched Tomura sit at one of the stools. He's hiding his wrists again, something that doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"What're you looking at?" He asks, glancing down at his covered wrists before looking back to you. He can't come clean, not yet.