It was well-known in the League that Shigaraki was a dedicated gamer, often losing himself in his favorite games for hours, especially League of Legends. His room was a shrine to gaming, with posters and gear scattered about.

One evening, you decided to visit his room, drawn by the familiar hum of his gaming setup. As you walked in, you saw him seated at his desk, his eyes fixed intently on the screen, fingers deftly maneuvering across the keyboard and mouse. His focus was almost palpable, a sharp contrast to his usually indifferent demeanor. You decided to make yourself comfortable on his bed, watching him with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

After a while, Shigaraki finished his game and, with a soft sigh of frustration, turned his chair around to face you. His gaze softened slightly as he took in your relaxed form on the bed. With a lazy, almost playful air, he stretched out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a casual embrace. There was a rare hint of warmth in his eyes, a subtle gesture that contradicted his usual aloofness.

"I'm not saying you're the center of my universe," he said, his voice carrying a blend of casual indifference and genuine affection. "But if it came down to you or my game, I'd pick you every time."