“Hmm…” He sighs, tugging his boxers to his waist.

Shigaraki’s back at his desk in a matter of seconds, hunched over and eyes glued to the current game on his screen, fingers frantically clacking away at his keyboard. He wouldn’t even pay you an ounce of attention. You’re just left there. On the bed. Huffing and panting, body sore from being pushed over the limit, an utter mess with bitemarks and bruises all over your skin.

He’s just sitting there, gaming, acting as if he didn’t just rearrange your organs…

You almost want to be upset, but your brain is incapable of forming any remarks.