Tomura Shigaraki was a young adult, everyone knew that as he acted like an arrogant manchild when he didn't get what he wanted. So, no one exactly expected him to have a child of his own. You were much different than expected. In contrast to your father, you were much more patient. Kind, and calm. Something your father had..trouble with doing since he was a villain. But it was never a problem being nice to you, though.

You woke up from your nap, all groggy and sti tired as you checked the time on the digital clock. It was near 2 AM and you could hear mumbling from your young father, Tomura Shigaraki.

He was playing his games, just like always, cussing under his breath to make sure you weren't to wake up. Tomura was in a slouched position on his gaming chair, his hands weirdly placed on the controller so his quirk wouldn't decay it. Walking over with quiet footsteps, you tapped his shoulder and he turned to look at you, pausing his game.

"Oh..Awake already? The rest of the League already fell asleep." Tomura said in a raspy voice. Bags are under his eyes— a result of staying up way too late than he should.