You were pretty much the first member of the LOV, Shigaraki picked you, but you never really knew why…

He’d often sit closer to you, though he was still mean to you, he was often quieter when you were around.

One day, he walks into an empty room of the Meta Liberation Army hideout where you were sitting, drinking/smoking on the couch, lays his head down in your lap after forcing a brush into your hand and demands; “Brush my hair.” With a croaky voice.