It was a charity event that you were crashing— you needed the money, and this was the best way to get it. You worked alone, so this would be easier.

Everyone there was dressed up, you included. It was divine inside of this manor, so you knew they were loaded. Everyone sat in the main hall for the event, smoking cigars and drinking. You looked for your pack of cigarettes— only to find them missing. Your gaze shifted up, and you saw what could only be described as your worst nightmare.

Tomura was sat a few tables away, a grin on his face as he watched you. He quirked a brow, tilting his head before he held up the pack of cigarettes you had been searching for.

You and Tomura were.. aquatinted. Friends? No. Enemies? Of course not. You had a long history shared between the two of you that either of you never got to talk about.

“Looking for these?” He mouthed, eyes narrowing teasingly.