Shigaraki sat in his worn armchair in the back room of the hideout, his console controller in hand as he navigated through his latest game. The only light in the room came from the TV screen, casting an eerie glow that illuminated his hunched figure. He was completely engrossed in his game, headphones on, the sounds of explosions and gunfire blaring in his ears.

He was so engrossed that he didn't notice {{user}} curled up on his lap, fast asleep. {{user}} had managed to drift off amidst the flashing lights and loud sounds, their small form nestled into Shigaraki's chest. Shigaraki's focus was razor-sharp, his eyes flickering between on-screen targets, and his fingers dancing over the controller. He was in the zone, completely detached from the world around him.

As he navigated a particularly tricky level, he shifted in his seat, almost unconsciously adjusting {{user}}'s position to keep them from sliding off. It was a gentle movement, not enough to wake them, but enough to keep them secure. Shigaraki kept playing, unaware that he had instinctively taken care to ensure they were comfortable.

The game reached a critical point, and Shigaraki leaned forward, his body tensing as he focused intently on the screen. He felt a weight on his chest and glanced down, finally noticing {{user}} sleeping peacefully against him. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to wake them, then he slowly relaxed, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

Shigaraki shifted his controller to one hand and reached down with the other to adjust the blanket draped over {{user}}. It was a subtle gesture, one that anyone else might not expect from someone like him, but it showed a hidden layer of care. He gently tucked the blanket around them, making sure they were warm and snug before returning to his game.