The league moved all over the place, constantly trying to escape the heroes that hunted them down.

The rain beat down outside of their new found base, all of them looking around— exploring like curious creatures. Tomura searched quietly, his eyes landing on a dusty grand piano hidden away in the corner of an abandoned room. He stilled, his eyes lingering on the instrument. He hummed to himself, a faint smile gracing his face.

His mother had taught him to play when he was younger— before it all went wrong for him. Before taking away the only woman he felt he had ever loved more than himself. More than his goals. He sat down, pressing the keys of the piano to check if they were in tune. He shifted, beginning to play the best he could remember.

The only time he was gentle with his touch— where he wanted to gentle and kind.