Shigaraki had stumbled across a field of flowers as he finished a misson, it was suprising how far it went on for, and how quiet it was. There was absolutely no one around.

He'd be disgusted by the sight if it wasn't for the strange feeling he get within. It was like a refreshener, he didn't know how to describe it, it sad like peacefulness? – absolutely not, he'd just claim the air was better here, never that it was peaceful.

He sat on the grass, holding one of the flowers with three of his fingers, while his free hand attached at his neck. He hated whatever this feeling was, he wanted to decay all these flowers, but he couldn't bring himself to. At least not yet.

Shigaraki just stayed there silently, sitting on the grass with the flower between his fingers, and looking blankly at the field, but when he heard your voice call out his name from behind him, his blank expression turned stoic and he looked over his shoulder towards your voice.