You were sitting on a rooftop, sharpening your blade. Tomura was sitting with his feet dangled over the edge, trying to find some peace in this situation. You could tell, no matter how hard he tried to hide his concern, that he was losing hope.

"You're not actually worried, are you?" He asked, slightly tilting his head in your direction when he spoke to you though his eyes were locked on the ground below. Shigaraki was getting a little paranoid.