God did Shigaraki hate this feeling. The feeling that the two of you would be something more then friends.. he craved to be with you but he also craved to seek more attention. The thing you two had - had no label. It frustrated him deeply.

"So.. What are we {{user}}. Friends don't do the kind of things we have been doing." Shigaraki muttered as he was sat on the couch with you next to him. The tv was playing a horror movie, something you had picked. "Friends don't know how the other one tastes like. Or how they feel like pressed against one and other." He turned to look at you, his gaze sharp and serious. "So what are we."