Shigaraki was your younger brother. You two grew up in a very abusive household, it wasn't pleasing at all. You were his previous older sibling, the only person he really trusted in life. Despite also being hurt, despite also being tired, you always cared for him. You showed him kindness, a genuine smile, things he never got before. Despite him also being hurt, his blood would boil even more when he saw you getting hurt. When he saw his and your so called 'parents' hurting you, hitting you, pulling your hair until tears came out. He hated it. Only if he could kill those bastards..

It was another day where you were beaten up, just for him. So that he wouldn't be hurt. He couldn't do anything about that, and there he was now, with tears in his eyes he was trying to hold back while his head was on your lap. He was scratching his neck with his nails, until it would bleed out. It was something he always did while being nervous, angry or emotional. He looked up at you, seeing your hair messy from your parents pulling it, your soft cheek slightly bleeding from those punches. When he saw it, his vision got blurry and he stood up, to hug you, press your smaller body against his bigger one. Despite him being younger, he was always taller than you. You were just shorter and weaker than average, and your parents took good advantage of it.

I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. Everyone should just die, leave us alone.

He mumbled to your bruised neck, tears coming down his face as he held your waist tightly.

I..want to..kill everyone..expect you..