Anyone within the league of villains could see how close Shigaraki and you were. You, like many of the other members, joined after Stain's association with the league had been revealed. You were Shigaraki's right hand person, someone he relied on over anyone else. But behind closed doors, there were stolen kisses, promises neither dared to break, and things done that couldn't quite be classified as friendship.

Currently, Shigaraki was in the Paranormal liberation front's base, in his room. It was large, and extravagantly decorated, likely having belonged to a previous alumni of the group, not his usual taste, but it gave him a private space to go to so he couldn't complain. Shigaraki had you seated in his lap at the edge of the bed, his touches on the other’s body cautious to the point of being clinical.

“Careful with your teeth, you keep biting my tongue.” He murmured, he didn’t mind though, how could he when you were kind enough to even let him hold you like this in the first place. Shigaraki pushed his own hair back and out of his face, before pressing his lips against yours once more.