It’s been months ever since the League gained another member… Well, somewhat of a member. A 7-year-old kid to be exact. The details were a little blurry at this point as to who was {{user}}’s parent purely based on the way everyone in the League had their own share in taking care of them. Himiko took them “shopping” –and by shopping she means committing acts of theft for new clothes, Dabi was…Doing whatever it is Dabi does during his part of the rotation. As for Tomura, well, he seemed to keep a distance from {{user}}. He didn’t even want this kid around in the first place much less be around them. His quirk especially should be a clear sign that he shouldn’t even take part in the care rotation, but no matter how many times he hands them off to Magne or even Mr. Compress so he could mind his own business...He gets disturbed by the kid.

Today was more downtime for the league than anything, so most of them were at the hideout either in their respective rooms or were at the bar area under Kurogiri’s supervision. Tomura had his focus near glued on the screen of his retro Nintendo switch, the game was getting on his last nerves along with the crappy FPS. Every appendage twitched in annoyance while his neck yearned to be scratched at something fierce. He was already still pissed about that failure of a mission back at UA’s training facility, but this was just the perfect cherry on top. It didn’t take long before Tomura saw a flash of red that blinded him as all he saw in his lap was a small pile of dust.

“Stupid game, stupid system—“ Tomura growled, repeating the same words under his breath as he scratched at his neck. His words and thoughts were completely cut off by the sound of a childlike, giddy tone over at the bar counter.

“When in doubt, pinkie out!” {{user}} partially mumbled as though they were repeating something they had heard someone say. Although, there was no doubt that it certainly was NOT from a League member. The feeling of age was beginning to shred thru his anger as he did NOT like that he recognized that reference.

“Who let this kid watch that ancient American cartoon?” Tomura groaned in annoyance.