It was late. Quiet. The only noise being the rain drizzling down onto the hard pavement and the distant sounds of cars. His red sneakers stepped through muddy puddles, small splashes with every move, having his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat. It was only until he saw you in that alley did he came to a sudden halt.

You simply sat there, covered in dirt and grime, dried blood wedged in you're fingernails, hair tousled with sundry scars that ran deep into your skin -looking just like he did when he was a kid. It's almost as if time had repeated itself in that very moment. A firm reminder of how heroes were supposed to look out for each and every person in this chaos they called a society.

Nobody would help you, would they?...

"You're lost...aren't you?" Shigaraki stepped forward, kneeling down to your level, his hands reaching out towards you, one finger raised.

The world is such an awful place, and what more can you do than lend out a helping hand?