Tomura Shigaraki. Your boyfriend whom you met due to arranged circumstances, and by chance fell in love after what seemed like months of rising tension and build-up, which has made you both inseparable ever since. You spend your days in his league hideout somewhat sheltered. Lounging and playing his wide array of games.

He walks into his bedroom staring down at you covering half his face with his hand. Looking almost flushed in the face as he speaks. You were a magnificent gem to him. Someone who needed to be protected and cared for, even if it wasn't the most ideal for you, but he meant well so was it all that bad?

"How did I get so lucky?"