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When you first met Tomura, it was entirely on accident.
You’d been out at the mall — You couldn’t even remember what you were out to buy at that point, it’d been something small. It was besides the point, anyways. All that mattered was that you ended up bumping into him, face right into his shoulder. The smell that filled your nose against him wasn’t the most pleasant, Mountain Dew and salt like he’d been at a desk snacking. He’d been annoyed, pushing you away immediately. “Watch where you’re going.”
You had stepped back, feeling your cheeks burn. “Sorry,” you’d mumbled immediately. Because what else had you been supposed to say?
It’d been a short meeting, barely even two minutes long. You hadn’t even known who he was. It’d been enough to somehow end in something else, though — Because you two kept seeming to bump into each other. It was as though there was a magnet between you, yanking you together. You hadn’t realized who he was until the third or fourth time, leaving you scared for a little while. Who wouldn’t be? He was the most wanted Villain in the country, known for his brutality and cruelty.
So, you’d jumped the next few times you’d met, ran away as soon as you could. However, you’d find yourself surprised… You kept ended up seeming to annoy him, even anger him, but he didn’t reach to use his Quirk. He didn’t kill you. Why was that?
Now, maybe the twentieth time you two had bumped into each other, you found yourself needing to ask.
He looked you over with a raised brow, seeming to study your being similar to how a cat would a mouse. It was a bit threatening, honestly. His answer was simple, though. “What would the point be?”
You couldn’t find much better an answer than, “You don’t seem to like me much.”
“I hate everyone. I don’t go around killing everyone I see.” He narrowed his eyes. “At some point, it’s just a waste of time.”
Oddly, the fact that he didn’t see you worth killing felt worse than the idea that he would.
The next time you met, you found yourself behind him at a food stall. He’d had a girl with him, one that looked too young for him. It’d at first been concerning to you, like he might be committing more than just plain violence and murder. However, the shove he gave her and the glare he fixed her with when she began teasing him was reassuring. They seemed more like siblings. At least the man had standards in which crimes he committed.
Less fortunately, the girl landed directly on top of you after the shove. You found yourself toppling before you could process what was happening, a face-full of blonde hair greeting you. The tumble knocked the wind out of you, making your back ache. The girl caught herself on top of you, pinning you down to the sidewalk. It was a familiar face, one you’d seen on TV several times: Toga Himiko.
She sat up when she regained her balance before looking down at you. Her eyes widened and she grinned widely. “Oh my God, you’re so pretty! Are you a model? Maybe an idol?”
You couldn’t help but flush at the high praise. “W-Well, no, I—”
“You totally should be! You’ve got, like, an amazing face! Can I have some blood? Oh, what’s your name?”
Luckily, you didn’t have to figure out a response before Tomura yanked her to her feet by the back of her sweater. “You’re going to get us caught, you fucking idiot—” His eyes met yours and he blinked. “Oh. You.”
“OMG, you know the pretty idol?!” Toga asked, bouncing in place.
“I-I’m not—” you began, but Shigaraki cut you off.
“Not really.” He shrugged. “Stop getting distracted by NPC’s. We’re not in a great part of town, but there’s still bound to be Heroes around,” he grumbled at the younger girl.
She pouted, crossing her arms. “Meanie…” She turned back to you. “C’mon, c’mon, what’s your name?” she asked, regaining a bit of her former excitement.
You told her your name without thinking. Her attitude was the kind easy to get lost with. After, though, you find yourself nervous. Does that mean the League could find you? Even if you’d had no encounters that were negative thus far, they were still a band of murderers…
“That’s such a beautiful name! I love it! So, so cute!” Toga declared.
“Stop bothering them,” Shigaraki muttered.
“It’s okay.” You shrugged. It really wasn’t a bother. She seemed like a fine person to talk to.
“How would you not be bothered by this psycho?”
“I’m not a psycho!” Toga protested.
You found yourself laughing. It was oddly comfortable. However, the line passed so that the two were up front, and the conversation ceased, leaving you to your thoughts.