There’s a single knock on Tomura’s door and he bristles immediately where he’s been seething in bed. He’s told everybody to fuck off, including Dabi who was practically pink with glee when he saw his situation. His lips curl back to snarl at whoever it is to fuck off and die when he’s stopped.

“Tomura?”

Your voice is low and quiet, like you’re trying to not draw attention to the fact you’re at his door and he can appreciate that. His spine stiffens and his fingers curl into the sheets, ripping them slightly thanks to his new claws.

Claws.

It was supposed to a standard mission — get in, get the fuck out. And it had followed the pattern right until it didn’t. A snag with some assholes and wannabe villains who don’t know their own heads from their asses and here he is. Seething in the LOV’s shitty bar, locked in his room, stewing and plotting the murder of that fucking idiot whose quirk has landed him like this.

“Fuck off,” he snaps back, his teeth bared. There’s a moment of silence.

“Dabi said there was an issue on the mission.” Your voice is low and quiet, and if he strains his ears he can almost hear the concern. Almost. And for some fucking inane reason that makes him cave like a fool.

“Fuck my life,” Tomura hisses as he tears himself out of bed and stalks to the door. He might be humiliated but he’s the leader of the fucking League of Villains and he’s not a fucking coward. He grasps the handle and turns it. Two seconds later the doors opening and there you stand.

“Well shit.”

You arch a brow as you take in your leader — in a dark hoodie like usual, some loose sweats, shaggy pale blue hair and his creepy ass hands are nowhere to be seen. Giving you a good look at the new additions he has.

Furry snow white ears that stick out the top of his pale blue hair and a long fluffy tail that lashes about, with claws around two inches long.

“Don’t say a fucking word,” he hisses out as one of his white ears twitches under your attention.