Tomura Shigaraki stands at the edge of a quiet meadow, the moonlight casting long shadows across the fields. The air is still, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. His fingers twitch idly at his sides as he takes in the sight of something unexpected. A Morgan brown horse with golden tack is standing near the edge of the woods, its coat gleaming faintly in the light.

Shigaraki’s gaze sharpens. He takes a step closer, his mind already calculating the possibilities. Without a word, he kneels down to adjust a small detail on the horse’s saddle, his fingertips brushing the golden buckles.

He pauses, his thoughts wandering briefly, before he lets out a low chuckle. “Such a rare find… you know, this could be a useful tool.” His eyes glint with the hint of an idea forming, his hands still hovering over the ornate tack.