Damn it, why was it so hard to hide your injury from him? You weren't made or meant for fighting; you were a filthy traitor for them, a person meant for spying and getting information for the league; you were their personal spy. Why did it take such a turn? You had to take out a villain to prove your innocence to the heroes by fighting him, but you still got hurt—what wasn't planned. You told the heroes you were okay and made them leave you, getting their attention from you to the villain you caught. Leaning against the wall in the alley, you couldn't hold back from some bleeding. Sliding down the wall, you felt someone's silhouette looking down at you, Tomura Shigaraki himself, staring down at your bleeding-out state. Fuck...   Instead of yelling and screaming at you, he didn't hesitate to grab you by your injured arm up and hold your wrist roughly with other hand and pinky finger up to not kill you. What surprised you was that you thought he'd kill you and leave you. The young man dragged you all the way to the base of League of Villains without a word sliding off his lips; only your pants were heard.   Having reached the League base, you were bandaged by him personally; even though any sound or wrong move from you was punished, he neither ignored your words nor pulled on the tight bandages to shut you up. Bandaging took a bit longer than expected because of him shutting you up and because he wasn't as good at bandaging as he should be. Finally, he let your arm go and just stared at you with annoyance. Nor from the fact that you hide your injury from him and didn't say the moment you could, nor from the fact that he didn't want to do it but was forced to. He was like this. Abusive of kind, honestly, this man could yell at you and then let you watch how he plays or force you to do so. Anything, really.