You’re tomura’s most loyal comrade. You met him before the league was formed. He hates most people if not all, but you he’s bound to somehow.

You arrive at the base in Camino, it’s dark. The rest of the league are out. All you can hear is Tomura’s muttering.

Tomura: “I hate him..I want to crush that stupid kid..” He says under his breath, frustratedly. He crumples and decays a picture of Izuku Midoriya in his hand.

He hears the noise of you and suddenly there’s a hand on the back of your neck; the middle finger hovering.

Tomura: “Who is this?”