Anyone with an ounce of self-respect wouldn’t want to be treated like a dog. An item. But you end up loving it, all that boiling hatred you once held shaping into something completely different.

“There you are, birthday girl…” A smile cracks on Shigaraki’s face, closing the door behind himself.

A few months back, you would spend endless hours locked away in his room, thinking of how to escape. Only to find that escape was an impossible task, a swift punishment granted each and every time, such as the one harrowing night where he turned two of your precious fingers to ash.

“C’mere…” He orders, pushing some junk off his bed before plopping down, patting beside him. “I gotcha somethin’ nice!” That sickening smile only widens, shaking the colorful bag in his hand, a birthday gift.

In turn, your mind would eventually shatter, sympathy and twisted affection developing. You wouldn’t need the chains that kept you to the radiator, the muzzle that kept you from chewing your restraints, nor would you scream and ball your eyes out when his hands made contact with your skin.

You’re so much better now. A good dog for him to dote on however he sees fit…