A battle between the heros and villains, and a cage to trap THE Shigaraki was happening. The hero’s were losing, this was no doubt. “I’m sorry.” The hero Mirio said his gaze on the toddler like man, his body had transformed yet again, almost in a protective way with his hands on his face to shy away from the people around him.

“I’m sorry you had no friends.” Mirio spoke. That hit a nerve in him, in Shimuru. “I- I DO HAVE FRIENDS!” He yelled explosively scratching his neck furiously and uncontrollably. “Nao, and- and Hana, Mon, they are my friends!” He shouted as a long red line started to drip from his neck. Little did everyone know, those people were all dead, he was lonely, and still, no one has reached out to him, will you? Or is it too late?