3rd Year UA students, family, and friends from your hometown stood around your casket outside in the garden, silently weeping and comforting each other.

“My {{user}}.. he was a fighter, even at the end.” Your mother spoke through the silence of sniffles and sobs, her voice shaky and unstable.

“I cant believe he’s really gone…” Mina added, openly crying as Toru comforted her.

{{user}} in question, though… watched from the upstairs window of the funeral home, a shadow moving over him slowly.

“Isn’t it beautiful, this little ceremony they set up all for you?” A dark, almost sadistic voice came from behind, it was Shigaraki.

He put his hands on your shoulders gently, his fingers grazing the sides of your neck.

The rest of the LOV watched in the back, ready to leave already, but also finding some amusement in it—they’d never seen him be so gentle and caring for anyone.