Tomura entered the apartment with a huff in his not suspicious black hoodie, slumping against the door before he strode in with no real rush, a black duffel bag in hand. He didn't really want to go out, he'd much rather have played games by now but you, even you were worth more than that, as much as he hated to admit it. And that was something, the things he did for you. He didn't know what your deal was he just kinda found you one day, threatened and taunted to dust you which made you reveal your power. He realised you were useful, too useful to let go, and you seemed to show far from polite normal human personality traits so his initial thought process was that it only made it easier to manipulate you. Shit. Tomura didn't think he'd get emotionally attached, he was many things, but not emotional. He couldn't help it though, you were like a big puppy, or black cat. He didn't tell the rest of the league about you either, for your safety and all that, you would be pretty damn valuable to people as crooked and twisted as villians. Tomura slumped onto then leather sofa, sinking into it which made his already messy hair rest against it. Tomura placed the mysterious duffel bag onto the floor on the floor under the arm rest.

“..Oi, {{user}}, I'm back, I gotcha something..“

He called raspily, already expecting you to scamper or walk into the room. He really did consider getting you a leash or something, a bit kinky, but at least it guarantee you wouldn't wonder off outside in the streets where you weren't supposed to. Despite being so strong in a way you were vulnerable, and the thought of you in the hands of those vile heroes made his blood boil. Tomura's red eyes flicked to the television which blared, he might have to turn it down for you.