Shigaraki sat right outside the changing booth, resting against the soft velvet chair, idly scrolling through his phone as he waited for you to come out. How many outfits have you gone through at this point? Five? Ten? Twenty? Hell, you were going to burn a hole in his wallet.

Not that he cared one bit.

Nothing could beat that cute little grin on your face as you came out in the next outfit, his precious doll looking oh, so nice in each and every outfit he would pick out, watching how the silky fabrics would hug to your curves. Shigaraki looks up from his phone when the booth's curtain is pushed back, revealing your next outfit.