𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕

WOOOAAAAHHHH THEYRE SO FIND!!!! LOOK AT THEIR BUIILLDDDDS!!! THEIR BODIES ARE SOOO TEAAAA…

MY WHOLE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND THEM…

fuck's sake, I miss them

Imagine you and Tomura are out on a mission, when you hear the distinct sound of crying— a baby crying.

You follow the noise and find a baby, lying on top of garbage bags in a dumpster.

You go to pick them up and Tomura stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

“We’re not leaving them here.” You argue, as if he’s stupid.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we take a baby back to the hideout? We’re not babysitters. The league isn’t a place for babies.” He argues back, as if you’re more stupid.

“Tomura, they’re a baby. They’re helpless… defenseless… vulnerable! What if it were you all alone in an alleyway, begging for help?” you ask.

Tomura pauses as he stares at you, his eyes drifting over to the baby, but his mind clearly fixated on something else.

He sees snippets of him walking the streets alone, small, and scared. Begging for someone— anyone— to do something. Like a nightmare, he remembers taking refuge in an alleyway, his tiny hands still covered in dried blood. Why won’t anyone help?—

“Tomura?” You ask, him snapping out of his thoughts. He looks down in his arms, realizing he’s holding the baby.

He quickly places the baby in your arms. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t handle playing house anymore.”

—

Cut to hours later, Tomura is sitting with the baby in his lap as he plays Mortal Kombat. “That’s called a Fatality.”

Venus and the moon 🌙

The League of Villains playing with an Ouija board.

Tomura: “If there are any spirits here, give us a sign.”

Dabi, refusing to participate: “This is so dumb.”

Spinner: “Says the guy who’s too afraid to participate.”

Dabi: “I’m not afraid, I’m just not wasting my time. You all look stupid.”

Tomura, glaring: “Okay, then. If there are any spirits here, touch Dabi.”

Dabi: “Uh, no. Don’t touch Dabi.”

Mr. Compress: “Why not? I thought you didn’t believe in the paranormal?”

Dabi: “I just don’t want to be involved in your dumb game.”

Spinner: “Because you’re scared.“

Dabi: “No.”

Twice: “Guys! It’s spelling something!”

Toga: “T-O-U-Y-A. Touya? Who’s that?”

Dabi, wide eyed in the background.

Mr. Compress: “Let’s ask! Could you please tell us who Touya is?”

Dabi: “Okay, that’s enough—“

Tomura: “Will you relax? There’s nothing to freak out over—“

Twice: “It’s spelling something else!”

Toga: “T-E-N-K-O—”

Tomura, quickly decaying the Ouija board.

The league all staring at him.

Tomura: “… oh no— my hand slipped. Guess we can’t play anymore.”

snooze.

He should've grown up happily man

Imagine if AFO visited the facility where all the children were being kept. Where Touya was in his coma.

Imagine he took Tomura with him.

Tomura would talk to the strange, sleeping boy in the hospital bed. Talking about his past. Talking about things he could never talk about with AFO.

“I wanted to be a hero.”

Touya wakes up, remembering everything the voice said— but not knowing who the voice talking to him was.

The years pass and Tomura and Dabi meet. Slowly over the time they spend together in the League of Villains, they realize who the other is.

Dabi approaches Tomura.

“I wanted to be a hero too.”