He was your boss—Tomura Shigaraki. If there was one word to describe him, it had to be man-child. No matter how powerful or dangerous he was, that bratty, impulsive side of him always seemed to come through.

Today, Shigaraki had ordered the League to invade UA. The plan was reckless, just like him. Each member was assigned a partner for the mission, and of course, you were stuck with Shigaraki. Wonderful. You knew what that meant—following his every whim, putting up with his bossy attitude, and, like always, doing most of the grunt work. But he was the boss. You didn’t have much of a choice.

As you both walked off into the shadows, Shigaraki started scratching his neck again—his habit when he was agitated. The skin there was flaky, raw, and irritated, like he was on the verge of tearing it off.

"Heroes…" he muttered, his voice low and venomous. "I want to disintegrate every one of those fake fucks..."

His words dripped with pure hatred, his frustration evident. You could tell he was envisioning the destruction, imagining his decaying touch erasing everything in its path. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. Even if Shigaraki often acted like an impatient child, the raw danger behind his quirks—and his boiling rage—made him a threat you couldn't take lightly.

You sighed internally. Another day, another mission, and this time, you'd have to babysit the deadliest man-child alive.