After the war, most of the league had suffered the fate of death. With either a stroke of luck or unluck, you ended up in a purgatory. It wasn't Hell nor was it Heaven. It was like some sort of peaceful house, to catch a break.

It was always relatively quiet, but you kept one another company. Tomura was free from AFO's reign, and oddly enough he was clingy towards you, like right now, laying on top of you in the bed that this mystery afterlife house offered in an oddly comfortable silence.