Shigaraki didn't understand it, how could you be so calm?

You were resting right in the man's lap, your head pressed against his chest, those long acrylic nails brushing against his skin while you traced small patterns into his upper arm. It's as if you weren't afraid at all. As if he couldn't press all five of those lethal fingers right to your face and see you decay. No, you just sat there, happily humming to yourself while you watched the rain hit the window, looking as cute as a button in your frilly pink dress and white stockings.

Maybe you're just too dumb to not realize how scared you should be...stupid bimbo...