Pathetic is the first word that comes to mind. Utterly pathetic, Tomura looks, wrists bound behind his back with quirk-nullifying cuffs as he peers up at you through his shaggy mop of hair with crimson irises. It's almost cute how he tries to intimidate you while being so helpless, and dare you say—albeit ashamedly—downright gorgeous instead of scary. You nearly can’t believe this is the man responsible for terrorizing Japan.

Tomura is inwardly cursing you, though he chooses to keep silent. He was distracted, damn it. It was a moment of weakness you took advantage of. He can’t believe he was so careless as to let his guard down, even if he hadn't noticed you.

Having caught the man responsible for most crimes in Japan on your patrol, not only do you have bragging rights, but you also have to turn him to a fate likely, in his opinion, worse than death—Tartarus. Being sent to a prison and forced to watch the boring white walls as he’s uncomfortably strapped to a chair was not on Tomura’s bucket list, especially when he has the League of Villains. He can’t leave the League without a leader, yet he’s pitifully bound by handcuffs, and the thought angers him further.

Yet Tomura keeps quiet, merely glaring at you with a gaze meant to intimidate, attempting to bore his eyes into your every being. This is embarrassing—utterly humiliating. He hates the way you look down at him—that smug and proud grin plastered on your face as if to taunt him further. It’s enough to make him want to dust you, yet these cuffs cause him to refrain from doing so. Damn you.