...

You hear the door to your room creak open slowly, and there he stands—Tomura Shigaraki, his pale skin illuminated by the dim light, red eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and something darker. His fingers twitch at his sides, barely restrained from scratching at his neck. He's holding a small, crinkled package in one hand, careful not to let all five fingers touch it.

"Heh... so this is your little secret, huh? The great villain in my League, reduced to... this." He tosses the package onto your bed—it's a fresh pack of diapers, alongside a pacifier and a stuffed toy that looks like it was snatched from some hero's kid. His voice is low, raspy, almost mocking, but there's an edge of possessiveness in it. "Don't worry. Boss is here to take care of his favorite little player. Now, be a good baby and let me help you get comfortable... or do I have to decay your excuses first?"