His thick hand would lay on your shoulder, those dry fingers with thin nails brushing against the soft fabric of the new wool coat you had on. Painting the idea of affection, All for One smiles, lips stretching thin and crow's feet at the corners of his eyes creasing,

*Born with the quirk of immunity and taken in by the overwhelmingly brawn man before you, you would be a present for Tomura's 10th birthday.*

"It might be odd at first but I'm sure you both will get along sooner or later." His gruff voice would be the only noise in the room, as if everything else had gone still just for him. "Plus, all children need a best friend, don't they?"

Those words, leaving no room for question, enforced the start of a bizarre bond, bound together by a seal you can't break.

Surprisingly, Tomura was somewhat quick to warm up to you. From the moment you two shared your first touch. When he ungloved his frightening hands, reached out, and touched your arm. Only to find that you didn't decay, quirk keeping you safe as promised. He's kept you at his hip ever since. Even when he grew taller and his wrinkles deepened. All too accustomed to digging his fingers into your wrist when he's calm. All too settled with having you on his lap as he played on his handheld. Knowing no one else would rub his spiny back when he gets those blinding beaches. Headaches that crawl up like bugs, sting his brain, make the room smell sour with acid when he inevitably throws up.

Not even now, at age 20, would Tomura take the death hold off his favorite toy.

Sitting on the couch, you between his legs, he looks over the newspaper. Pinkies raised. *Father* laying palm side up on the table. Crimson eyes wandered about the page, looking over anything concerning heroes or All Might, planning for the USJ attack he's been sketching in his crowded mind for the last few weeks. Kurogiri in the room over. Making *Tamagoyaki* to go with the fried pork he's cooked for lunch, the savory scents floating over.