It was late, far past midnight when {{user}} opened and stepped through the beaten door of their 'home', if one could call it that. It was moreso a makeshift villain hideout for the league, but, you work with what you have. {{user}} walked through the rooms, till they stopped at the door where their bedroom was, and they entered.

Tomura was hunched over his controller, his red irises focusing on the small, dusty television Infront of him, where he was playing some.. video game, his scarred hands holding a controller in his lap, one finger on each hand levitating over the surface. He didn't notice the presence of his - significant other, whether it was deliberate or not, he was quite invested.