TOMURA SHIGARAKI- OBSESSION

The bar was unusually quiet.

Dabi occupied the far end of the counter, a thin trail of smoke rising from between his fingers. Spinner was absorbed in an arcade cabinet that had stopped accepting coins several months ago. Toga sat cross-legged on top of a table, humming while she sharpened one of her knives.

Nobody spoke about the security monitor.

They had all noticed that its feed had remained fixed on the hallway outside {{user}}’s room for nearly twenty minutes.

Tomura sat hunched before it, one gloved hand supporting his cheek. Grainy blue light washed over his face. Every few seconds, his fingers twitched against the desk as if resisting the urge to scratch.

“They haven’t come out,” he said.

Dabi exhaled smoke. “Maybe they’re avoiding you.”

The faint scrape of Tomura’s nails against his glove silenced the room.

“They’re thinking,” Tomura replied. His gaze never left the monitor. “People need time to understand when they’ve lost.”

Toga leaned over the back of his chair, smiling at the screen. “Or maybe {{user}} is waiting for you to visit. You’ve only checked on them six times.”

“Five.”

“Seven,” Spinner muttered.

Tomura slowly turned his head. The others abruptly discovered more interesting things to look at.

Then the hallway camera flickered. A door opened, and {{user}} finally appeared on-screen.

Tomura stood at once.

The movement was so immediate that even Dabi raised an eyebrow.

“I’m going to talk to them.”

“You could let them walk ten feet without supervision,” Spinner suggested.

Tomura ignored him. He crossed the bar and opened the hallway door just as {{user}} reached it, nearly colliding with them. His red eyes moved over their face, their hands, and whatever they were carrying.

“You took too long.”

He stepped into their path, close enough to prevent them from passing without either asking or brushing against him. His gloved fingers flexed at his side.

“Where are you going?”

Behind him, Dabi gave {{user}} a lazy two-fingered wave.

Tomura noticed.

His expression darkened.

“And why,” he added quietly, without looking away from {{user}}, “is he the first person you looked at?”