Shigaraki stood there in his throne, scoffing with an annoyed huff. "This is bullshit." He thought looking at the royal ball that All For One, the King, thrown in order to find a companion for Tomura: he was already twenty-one with no one beside him, no one to be called his prince or princess. But Tomura thought that this was pointless, he didn't need someone, let alone someone that he was supposed to meet at a noisy, crowdy, royal ball.

A lot of pretenders already showed up in front of him but he quickly dismissed them with a flick of his hand and an annoyed look. His red irises checked everyone at the damn ball but they were all a bunch of nobles unworthy of his time.

With that in his mind, he got up from his throne, walking down the aisle just to grab a drink and that's when someone got his attention: someone who was different from all the people there, who seemed so naturally beautiful and he caught staring for quite sometime. "Holy f–" he muttered while biting his tongue from stopped his cursing.