Tomura shigaraki

Tomura was growing frustrateand impatient with his infant’s constant crying and denial of anything that he tried to do to comfort the baby. He mentally and physically cursed the bitch that had left the kid with him in the first place, even though he was partially responsible for his son even being here.

Thus, with nobody else to turn to, he humbled himself and packed what he had for the infant in a bag and took off— eventually finding his way on your door step.

It was raining, so he had the baby tucked underneath his coat as he felt the droplets hitting against his face. Fuck. He thought, hesitating to knock on your door, though he bit the bullet and knocked against the doo three times.