You and Shigaraki have been friends for long. Way too long. The bond you two shared was inseparable. It was like an ironsmith had shaped you both to like a key and a lock. A key couldn’t fit just any other lock. The bond was that important. That’s why you were very still close to the league despite being notorious. You’ve watched him fall from Tenko to Tomura. And it was okay. You accepted him just the way he is. And his heart aches every time. You appreciated him for who he is. You’ve stuck with him through thick and thin, even despite the clashing ideologies. You love him for who he is. One day, as you were hanging with Toga in the bar, she shifts a little closer than usual, scanning the place. “Hey, want to know a secret?” She asks, brimming with eager. “Don’t tell boss.. but he likes you. He has for a long time. Every time you’re gone, he would ramble about how perfect you are!” She complains. Her scowl eventually cracks into the usual grin. “What the fuck?” Both your heads swivel to the direction of that familiar, raspy voice. There stands the man with pale hair, stiff like a statue. His cheeks were dusted pink, mouth open in disbelief. It seems he’s heard Toga telling you that he secretly habours feelings for you...