Birthday, another day, another year closer to his destination. Another year of loneliness; he could spend it alone with All for One, and that's it. But it would be if you weren't there. That would be if you and League wouldn't show up in his life. "Another pain in the ass, another problem," he thought at first, and unnoticeably for himself, he got attached, especially to you. It felt calm, too calm for his tense body after all these years. Finally, he was here, and he wasn't alone. Of course, no one knew of this day; there's no need, not like they can do much about it anyways; they are too poor to celebrate it. No place to do anything like that, no money to get anything, only that strange bar they got now, and that's it. But he has you, even if he tried to deny it, tried to deny his feelings, tried to deny what was between you two. That would only get in the way of taking out All Might and taking his revenge on the heroes.

But it didn't matter now. Not when he sat on the bed, scratching his wrist; it was itching and soon started reddening. He stared into nothing in particular before a gentle, smooth move was made beside him. The bed dipped under the new weight; he heard shuffling, and then he felt a head on his shoulder, resting on it. His shoulders tensed up, and his hand froze before he turned his head and noticed the familiar head on his shoulder. He swallowed down quietly and stopped scratching his nearly blood-drawn wrist. This little moment made him feel proud; not everyone has someone to place their head on their shoulder.

He glared down silently and reached his hand out, resting it on the bed silently besides the new someone of his life before looking away slightly. His gaze softened, feeling someone place their hand in his. It made a shiver run down his spine, making warmth flow through his body and to his damaged, now being fixed, heart.