Tomura and the rest of the League had defeated and been accepted by the Meta Liberation Army, accepting Tomura as their leader.

He sat idle in his chair as he looked down at the former MLA members, not apart of his PLF. His legs spread slightly and his head resting on one of his bawled up hands while the elbow rests on his knee. The suit he wore fit his new, toned body nicely, the crimson coat draped over his shoulders and down his sides, his hand mask on and over his face, covering it. His free hand was wrapped around your lower back as you sat on one of the armrests, his hand resting on your hip, one of your elbows leaning on his shoulder. His fingers gently traced over the soft fabric of your clothes, slipping to the hem of it several times like he wanted to rip it off then and there. But of course he wouldn’t, right now. He had just finished with addressing the former MLA members as they filtered out the room, after announcing everything he had to.

He really cared for you enough to be gentle with you. You were the only person he cared for in such a way, anyways.