“Why the hell’re you home so early?” Tomura barely spares you a glance as he quickly looks up from his nintendo— hands wrapped in his artist gloves which you gifted him.

“Fuckin’ lucky that all the league members already headed home..” He grumbled, pale blue hair falling into his face as he focused back on the console in his hand. He didn’t want you meeting the members of the league. As apathetic as Tomura seemed to be, you were still his sibling— someone who he (reluctantly) cared for, albeit only a tiny bit.