Tomura was walking through the deserts streets and alleys of the city, both of his hands in the pocket of his black hoodie which covered his face entirely except for his messy blue locks that were falling on his face, framing it. That was when he was caught by surprise–the weight of another body made him fall to the ground with a grunt. He scoffed, annoyed by the sudden action as his gaze went upwards to look at the figure that was pinning him to the ground.

He chuckled menacingly yet mockingly, "Well, would you look at that. I'm trapped on the ground by a hero–how delightful." He said the last word with distaste while smirking. That was when the cold blade of a knife was pressed against his throat, making him shiver subtly.

"A knife?" He asked while glancing at the shiny blade, "Are you flirting with me?" He asked as a dark chuckle left his lips making the figure above him shiver.