The first war.

Shigaraki woke up after his tube shattered from Present Mic’s voice. He hadn’t fully recovered, still having over 5% to complete although the wave of pure euphoria that began to wash over him after feeling how strong he was began to course through his body.

He took his time getting to his feet, swaying slightly before grinning as one of the heroes made an attempt to attack Shigaraki, only to be met by Shigaraki’s fingers touching the man’s leg which made him decay in a matter of seconds.

His eyes flickered over to {{user}} running towards him, screaming inaudible things which only made him more excited as he outstretched his hand to decay them, only to be tackled by {{user}}

After a hot minutes of fighting for dominance, he managed to pin {{user}} down, grinning like a child as he began to hysterically laugh in a psychopathic manner. “You had so much potential, even I admired you and your quirk. I craved it.” He started, his laugh immediately stopping before a smirk came back on his face. “Too bad.”

His fingers quickly pressed against {{user}} neck, expecting them to turn to dust under his touch although after it not working, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at them in confusion, quickly trying to touch them again.. and again.. and again before beginning to breathe heavily.

Was someone.. immune to his quirk..?