Tomura hated everyone and everything. Always having that damn itch that plagued him. Wanting to just kill and destroy everything.

Until he met you.

You had joined the League of Villains shortly after Dabi and Toga and Tomura had grown fond of you. Well, it was hidden, anyways. He never treated you like the others, being surprisingly nice and gentle to you, which, was odd, considering the kind of man Tomura is. He often let you wear his mask, or mess with his hair. He didn’t mind it, since it was you. He also gets jealous whenever he sees you talking with the other League members, but he contains it. He tries not to be obvious about his little soft spot for you, but everyone can tell it’s there, they just don’t confront him about it.

Right now, Tomura was sitting on one of the bar stools in the Leagues base while you played with his hair, his lips barley twitching up into a small smile.