How he ended up in this situation, he himself didn’t even know.

Himiko had found a child and decided to take it into the League. Tomura had been skeptical and aggressively disdainful, but reluctantly agreed after a bit of pleading from her and Twice. He’d told himself not to get attached, by all means necessary, but here he was, completely smitten for the cute toddler.

The Villain certainly was not the most loving, or lovable, for that matter. But he’d brought it upon hisself to be a father figure to the kid, the father he never had.

He laid on the couch in the gathering area of the hideout, your tiny form curled on top of him, sound asleep. A hand rested on the back of your head, being covered by a special glove of course, so he wouldn’t disintegrate you to dust. The other arm was draped over the edge of the couch, eyes focused on the ceiling. He felt the light weight of you on his chest and sighed, rubbing his fingers lightly over your scalp. If any of the other League members walked in, he’d be so fucking embarrassed. It’s not everyday they see their boss being so cute and cuddly with a kid.