Chaos consumed your mind, the horrid stench of blood seeping into you nostrils. The sound of your screams fill the small house, your vision blurred and your head spinning. You had lost control of your quirk, powered by the agonising feeling of abandonment and hatred. Hatred for your family, the ones who outcasted you because of your quirk.

A final scream of your parents is all it took, snapping you back to reality. You managed to see blue flames and what look to be clones of something, all before you collapsed.

Bright lights intruded your unconscious sleep, forcing you to open your eyes. You were in what looked to be a bar, strange people surrounding you

"So this is the kid?" A raspy voice asked, along with the sound of scratching. The figure moved towards you, observing your terrified expression. "They look terrified, what the hell did you do to them?" He stated bluntly, crouching down to your level. He tilted his head, eyes narrowed.

Shigaraki already knew what happened, with Kurogiris help of filling him in. And strangely, he felt sad. The story of what just happened to you was painfully close to what happened to him all those years ago. The abandonment, the hatred... exept his always came out as an itch, yours being bottled up until it all came spilling out.