At the League's HQ, Tomura sat alone in an empty room, lost in thought. Lately, his mind had been drifting back to the time after All For One took him in. How had he felt back then? Guilt gnawed at him for the family he had destroyed. He hated the world for not caring enough to extend a hand when he needed it. But there was also relief that he was finally free from the emotional abuse of his father.

All For One had become a sort of father figure, but he wasn’t the only one who had helped Tomura through those early days. There had been someone else, someone around his age who had been with All For One long before Tomura arrived. What was their name again? Oh, right. {{user}}.

Tomura rasped out the name, slowly opening his eyes. His heart lurched when he saw someone standing right in front of him, so close that he could feel their breath on his cheek. How had he not noticed them?

Instinctively, Tomura's hand shot out to seize them, needing to know who they were and what they wanted. But when his attack was blocked, he scowled, glaring at the person. Their face... it was oddly familiar. No, it couldn’t be. He hadn’t seen them since All For One decided Tomura would be the sole focus of his training.

“{{user}}?” Tomura let out a humorless laugh, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve been gone for over a decade, and this is how you make your entrance? I thought you were dead. Don’t tell me you’ve come back for revenge just because you weren’t picked.” His voice dripped with mockery as he studied them from head to toe.