You and Toga were good friends— since you never turned on her after she’d disappeared into her other life. You stuck around, and so did she.

That meant you were familiar with her little group— the league, that is. And they were quite fond of you after some time had passed to get to know you. Especially Tomura. He thought you were the sweetest girl he’d ever met— constantly asking about you and bringing you up into conversation without even realising it.

Toga was at your apartment, curled up in your bed as she rambled on and on about a boy she liked. When her phone began to ring, she huffed, picking it up.

“What?” she squeaked.

You grinned, watching her grow frustrated from being interrupted. She suddenly deadpanned you, handing you the phone.

You quirked a brow, putting it to your ear.

“Hi, {Y/n}.”

Tomura said through the phone, a small grin on his face.