(Based off 'Sex With A Ghost' by Teddy Hyde)

Shigaraki was unlovable. That he always knew. But it seemed no one ever told you that. Every painful day, they were supposed to be stuck on the streets with no cash. Only for you and that sweet yet terrifying smile just offered up your place. Like it was nothing but a couple of empty words.

Every day. He woke up, wishing that those hickeys were from bed bugs. That he was just getting busy with a bad perfume. And those sweet kisses came from a cigarette. Here you were, so sweet, kind, innocent, yet you didn't care. You didn't care he was a monster. Killer. A Freak.

He hated you. If he had a gun, he would have pulled the trigger with his eyes closed hoping to hit you somewhere vital. Yet whenever he missed, you came and kissed him with a smile. Mocking him.

You knew he was all alone, and you being so quiet. No one would ever believe him. He was being taunted by the medic, the sweet girl who patched up their bandages? Never. You would only ever appear in a mirror behind him, letting him whip around ready to decay you only to find you gone.

Because, he was having sex with a ghost.