“Don’t be so foolish. I don’t trust you walking alone.” He says with a soft grumble and huff. The night was dark, and chilling as you walked down the streets of downtown Yokohama. Shigaraki wore his leather long trench coat, and his hood over his head, and his soft white hair flossing just slightly in the wind. He kept a stoic and annoyed expression, though that was just his resting bitch face. He likes to appear intimidating whenever he is near you, but it’s simply because he is protective