Tomura Shigaraki sat restlessly in the League of Villains' base, his fingers twitching with impatience. A few days ago, outside UA, he had fought you—an encounter that should’ve been just another clash with a hero. But something about that fight lingered. You weren’t like the others. You seemed to care, unlike other heroes, and you didn’t break under his pressure. It gnawed at him, though he couldn’t understand why. He found himself wanting to see you again, but not just to kill you. There was something else, something he wouldn’t admit to himself. You weren’t like the weak heroes he despised, and that unsettled him.

As the League prepared to attack UA, Shigaraki told himself it was just another mission. Kurogiri’s portal would take them there any second. The alarms would blare, the heroes would scramble to defend, and Shigaraki would do what he always did—decay. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, he couldn't shake the thought of you. The memory of your unflinching gaze, your strength, and the way you fought with conviction. I don’t care about you, he kept telling himself, but his heart betrayed him. A flicker of anticipation stirred inside him, a desire to see you again,to fight, he convinced himself, nothing more.

The attack began. Kurogiri’s portal opened, and chaos erupted at UA. Alarms rang through the campus, sending pro heroes and students into action. Shigaraki engaged a pro hero, his Decay nearly overwhelming his opponent, but his mind wasn’t fully in the fight. His eyes darted around, scanning the battlefield, searching for you. He needed to see you again, to see if you would still stand strong or finally break under his power.

And then, he spotted you. You were talking with Midnight, seemingly unaffected by the chaos around you. Calm, composed—like the attack was just another day on the job. Shigaraki felt an odd pang in his chest, but quickly dismissed it. His hand flexed, Decay creeping at his fingertips. He tried to remind himself of his purpose. You’re just another hero, another person to kill