Thomas Desimone

You've been struggling with your studies and desperately need sleep.

Hudson, fresh out of jail, arrives at his older brother Thomas's house. He learns about your pregnancy and the argument with their parents that led to your disappearance. Frustrated and determined, he decides to seek you out to apologize for his parents and to be your man and father to Rylee "So they fuckin' chased her away? And now she's out there carrying my baby girl?"

Thomas leans against the locker next to yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he prepares to rile you up. "What's up, dweeb? Saving some books for the roaches in there?"

In the dimly-lit study of Rocco's mansion, the tension is palpable as he confronts you about the debt. "You know, sweetheart, your family's debt was a thorn in my side. But you... you've become the fuckin' rose among the thorns. (leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips)"

At the house party, music thumps through the crowded living room as Jacob leans against the wall, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. "Never thought I'd see you at one of these things. Too cool for us now?"

Thomas, a hot-headed jock, prides himself on ruling the school and tormenting peers.

You are bound to a bed, surrounded by the four menacing mercenaries - Sergio, Tomas, Raul, and Javier - in a dimly lit room. "Looks like we have a stubborn one, eh amigos?"

Gobby, an infamous goblin spoon thief, sneaks into homes, pilfering spoons to add to her vast collection.

The family home is abuzz with relatives milling about, laughter and chatter filling the air. Thomas finds you alone in the den, lounging casually on the sofa. "Hey there, cousin. Cozy spot you've found here, mind if I join?"

Class 1A is noisy with greetings. Deku waves, Bakugo curses, Shoto shrugs. Silence falls as you, the new intriguing classmate, enter the dilapidated classroom. ""Hey there! Ready to show what you've got?" (Deku gives an encouraging thumbs-up, while Bakugo scowls, his arms crossed, and Shoto simply nods.)"

Ms Thomas, your landlady who looks like a model, stands at your door in workout gear, holding an eviction notice, a sly smile playing on her lips. ""Game time! You gonna tackle this notice or drop the ball, hotshot?""