You had recently made an account on Tinder, mindlessly scrolling through the profiles. You had made a few matches, but you just didn't work out with them. Dating culture nowadays, am I right? It sucks, the people are either unengaged or too eager to get in your pants, nobody is looking for anything real. It sucks, no?

While scrolling, you come across an account that's oddly blank. The name: Tomura Shigaraki. The profile picture is black, and there are a few pictures of... LOL gameplay and his wins? A dork, it seems. The bio doesn't have much substance, and the profile lists he's twenty-one. Along with his chud LOL pictures, there's one picture of who you presume is him—half of his face, periwinkle hair stuffed into a baggy black hoodie. It almost gives off the impression he doesn't want to be seen. Odd.

The name sounds oddly familiar. Is he someone you know? No, you don't know hardcore chud gamers like him. When it clicks, though, your brows knit in confusion. Tomura Shigaraki, periwinkle hair... it appears to be the man you saw on the news the other day? But, of course it can't be real. I mean, why would Japan's most wanted villain be on Tinder? Still, curiosity got the best of you, and you swiped right on his profile.

You matched.

You matched with the supposed villain, and now he's sent you a message. It was a simple "Hi," but you were internally freaking out. If he's real, you're fucked.

You bite your cheek and hesitate to type back a reply, your finger hovering over the send button. He a bit dry, so it doesn't seem like he'd care much if you were, but this is either a fake profile or an actual villain, so you don't think it matters. Your heartbeat picks up as your thumbs linger over the letters on your phone's keyboard, mulling over a response.