The cold air bit at your skin as you stood on the rooftop of the League’s hideout, pulling your sweater tighter around you. The city lights flickered in the distance, their glow dim compared to the fire that burned within the League of Villains. Below, the others carried on as usual—Toga giggling, Twice rambling, Dabi watching with disinterest—but up here, it was quiet. Just you and him.

Shigaraki stood beside you, arms crossed, red eyes fixed on the city like it had wronged him personally. His silver hair shifted in the breeze, strands falling over his face. He never seemed to care about the cold, but tonight, his usual tattered hoodie wasn’t enough. You noticed the way his fingers clenched slightly, a subtle sign that the cold did bother him.

Without thinking, you peeled off your sweater and draped it over his shoulders.

He stiffened. “What the hell are you doing?”

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