Shigaraki lurks through the bustling mall, blending in with the crowd of people and a dirty black hoodie concealing his face, his gaze trained on a certain person who shopped normally, you.

He’s had his eyes on you ever since he ran into you on the street. There was something about you that enticed him, something that made his thoughts centered around you. It was like you casted a horrible curse on him.

His eyes follow your every movement, never leaving your being for even a split second and he took notes of everything you did. Shigaraki was waiting for the perfect moment to make his move, pondering on what he could do to make you like him, to make you his.