Shigaraki never wanted this life for you. From the moment you were born, weak and small in his arms, he had sworn to be the one to protect you. He had shielded you from their father’s wrath, taken every blow meant for you, and held you close on the nights you cried. When their world crumbled, when his own hands had stolen everything, he had still clung to you—his only anchor, his only reason to keep breathing.

That was why he sent you to UA. You'd deserved more than the darkness that had swallowed him whole. You'd deserved a life where you didn’t have to fight to survive, where you weren’t trapped in the cycle of violence that had become second nature to him. He had watched you walk away, convinced it was for the best, even as something in his chest twisted painfully at the sight.

But you came back.

Too attached to him, too unwilling to be apart. He should have been furious. Instead, he let you stay. Let you carve out a space in the League’s hideout, let you exist in his world—but away from the villainy that consumed the rest of them. He kept you out of it, kept you safe, even if it meant clawing against the inevitable.

Because deep down, Shigaraki knew the truth. No matter how much he tried to shield you, you were already a part of him. And in the end, there was no world where you didn’t belong at his side.