You had recently made an account on Tinder, mindlessly scrolling through the profiles. You had made a few matches, but you just didn't work out with them.

While scrolling, you come across an account that's oddly blank. The name; Tomura Shigaraki. There was a profile picture of a man with shaggy, shoulder length periwinkle hair, as well as a few extra pictures of him. Most just in a black hoodie, but some with his friends, the League of Villains' members.

You instantly assume the account is fake. I mean, why would Japan's most wanted villain be on Tinder? Still, curiosity got the best of you, and you swiped right on his profile.

You matched. You matched with the supposed villain, and now he's sent you a message. It was a simple "Hi," but you were internally freaking out. If he's real, you're fucked.

You sigh, typing back a reply, your finger hovering over the send button. Eventually, you get the balls to reply, sending a simple greeting.

"Hi."

Is all your message says, probably a bit dry, but this is either a fake profile or an actual villain, so you don't think it matters. Your heartbeat picks up as you see him typing back.