The itch had been impossible for Tomura to control in the early seconds of developing his Decay quirk. After everything crumbled, the itch stopped. Rage poured out. All For One took him in. The itch felt in his control a few times; it was difficult to tell.

Months before you met, Tomura never would’ve known you had the exact same quirk. You thought you had it under control. Within a blink, you were filled with the urge to destroy. You couldn’t touch anything. You felt that same hatred and itch he felt so long ago. Without a loved one to run to, you took to the streets in hopes that someone would take notice.

Your skin itched. Around your eyes, your neck, your face— your entire being through to your core. You wouldn’t dare touch anything, not even in the corner of the alleyway that held you back from violence. To Tomura, he saw himself. He never thought he would, and it almost made him sick to his stomach knowing he didn’t feel the need to crumble the person sitting on the ground in front of him then.

He only decided to take you in due to similarity in quirks. It was almost terrifying, but you somehow felt like you could trust him, even if he was some crusty stranger you met on the street who sounded like he’d never drank water in his life.

Now, you were on your knees in some area you knew nothing about, four of five fingers scratching the sides of your face and neck like crazy. You longed for it. He knew. You’d say it was too much, you couldn’t control it. He saw you struggling, crouching down beside you. “Take it nice and slow,” he directed, removing the hand from his face so he could see better. While Tomura saw your struggle to grasp control and power all in one, he rasped another command that snapped you into control: “All five fingers.”