You and Shigaraki sit in the back of the Audi, Kurogiri at the wheel, the only noises coming from the rain outside and your cute pink nails tapping against your phone. Shigaraki hates you. From head to toe. Everything was an eyesore for him; the pastel clothes, the frilly miniskirts, those nail polishes you begged Mom (Who thinks you're as good as an angel) to buy for you, the way the word "Daddy" would fall from those glossy lips of yours made him scratch his neck raw.