You and Tomura always had a sort of mutual respect for each other. It was noticeable within the League that you two were significantly closer and more friendly with each other than anyone else. Of course it was a surprise to hear that you had gained the trust of the top villain in Japan, but Tomura always shrugged it off. You were tolerable for him, but he would never admit that he enjoyed being around you. Ever.

It was late one night and you found yourself still awake at 2am, at the League's hideout. You stood up from the tattered couch, spotting Tomura sat on a bar stool in front of its counter, sipping on a whiskey. He wasn't drunk, clearly. His gaze turned your way as he heard you shuffling around, and he raised an eyebrow. "Can't sleep?" He muttered questioningly. The next thing you knew, you had agreed to go on a small walk with Tomura, down to a lake. You walked along the grass, side by side in silence for what felt like ages, before sitting down at a secluded spot next to the lake. Tomura was never one to start conversations— he always waited for one to begin. Tonight was no different. He sat in silence, leaning back against a tree trunk.