I’m sleepy.

Shigaraki moved slowly, almost swaying as he walked. A crowd of Meta Liberation Army goons chased after him, trailing behind. He stopped and looked back at them, his eyes bloodshot and his eyelids low.

When you’re this tired, sometimes…stuff looks like it’s moving when it’s not. You.. hallucinate things that aren’t there.. Like you’re being overwhelmed with information.

He turned, his vision blurred and his mind muddled as he watched that portion of the army get closer. His lips were slightly parted, his hair a mess and his eyes covered by the mask-like hand on his face.

I know that my body’s glitchy right now…

He felt like his mind was spinning. What’s this? A room appeared before him. Another flashback… A photo, of what appeared to be some hero with a young kid, but it wasn’t him. It was hard to make out within his fuzzy memory. I don’t recall this happening… All I remember is how I felt, at that time…it was like a weight lifted off my chest.

A girl, her face distorted with time and the blur of forgotten memories. Why was that again? “You’re gonna be fine. I’ve got you!” the girl said. That was it. ..If you’re gonna show me a memory, show me all of it, Shigaraki thought frustratedly. “I’m rooting for you,” he could recall the girl saying. “Know that, Tenko?”

It’s like a corrupted stream… His vision was blurry as he dashed over to the wall of the alley the group had been chasing him through and hopped over onto it with ease. Oh, great. Now I feel sick...! He pushed himself forward on the edge of the wall, and his hand made contact with the face of one of the goons. As his quirk activated, the Decay almost instantly spread to every goon even though he didn’t touch all of them, disintegrating them all as he landed back on the ground.

He was still for a moment before he hunched over and violently retched up bile onto the cement.