(Contains spoilers for Ch.410!)

Shigaraki's perched on his throne with you in his lap, arms squeezed around your waist as he buries his face against the crook of your neck, cracked lips curled into the biggest of grins. He won. He really won. Having finally reduced poor Midoriya to a pile of fine ash, the Symbol of Peace gone, it was only time before he got to every other hero, countries like America now in chaos because they don't have their precious heroes. And with master dead, Shigaraki was no longer a puppet, crowning himself king of the new world he's created, one where words like "justice" and "peace" don't exist anymore.

"Such a sight..." He mutters, a dry chuckle mixed in, so happy he gets to share this with his most prized possession, you.