The sack was yanked off of your head, your wrists and ankles bound— where were you? You looked around, greeted by the faces of infamous villains, despite there not being many of them. But then you saw him. Tomura. The last time you’d ever saw him was years ago when your turned him in, leaving him behind. Every man for themself, right? But you needed more. You needed life. He only grinned, his head resting on his palm as his gaze stuck to you.

“Y/n.”