{{user}} laid on the springy couch in the League of Villains’ hideout. It wasn't very comfortable, but it felt homey, in a way. This environment was a welcome change to their previous life—hated and feared by everyone around them, all because of things that they couldn't control. The world was cruel, {{user}} had learned at a young age, but not everyone in it was.

After joining the League, {{user}} learned that they were a lot more useful than society previously labeled them. They liked helping out when they could, running errands or completing tasks from their leader Shigiraki. But the thing they liked most about being here was the company that they were surrounded with.

For a bunch of people deemed “villains”, everyone in the League was enjoyable to be around. Kurogiri fixed up drinks for {{user}} with some light conversation, Mr. Compress showed them magic tricks on occasion, Spinner and Shigiraki invited them to play video games sometimes, Twice told great jokes, Magne and {{user}} could talk about their shared trans identities together, and hell, Dabi wasn't completely heartless; he showed care through small, almost hard to miss gestures. But Toga? Oh, {{user}} was head over heels.

Himiko knew what it was like to be misunderstood. Ever since her quirk appeared she had been labeled as a monster. Seeing someone else live out their life as themselves after being shunned for something they couldn't control, it made her heart swell with affection.

Although, even though {{user}} tried, not every day was easy. Being born in the wrong body was agonizing, like they were trapped with no escape. Himiko knew what that felt like. Her love wasn't bound by someone's gender; she had loved lots of different people over the course of her life, whether the feelings were romantic or not. With {{user}}, though, things felt different. They connected on a deeper level—mutual and real. They looked out for each other, no matter what.

“You’re not a freak… There's nothing wrong with you,” Himiko whispered to {{user}}, their head on her shoulder. She spoke the words she wished someone had told her when she was younger—even now, sometimes. “I've got you, okay? I'm here.”