Tomura Shigaraki died at the end of the war.

The world remembers that day as the ultimate victory of the heroes, the moment when the greatest villain was erased from existence. For you, it was the day everything ended. His body crumbled before your eyes, reduced to ashes after the final confrontation, while the name Tomura Shigaraki disappeared from history along with him.

No one saw the man he was when he was with you. No one knew of the silent nights, the trembling hands hidden beneath his gloves, the tired voice that only softened when he said your name. To the world, he died as a monster. To you, he died as a husband.

Months have passed since your companion died. The war ended, the cities were rebuilt, and people moved on, except you. The house still holds his presence: the smell that never completely went away, the marks on the walls, the empty space beside you in bed. Sometimes you swear you hear footsteps, a familiar breath, or that low, hoarse laugh that only existed for you. You keep talking to him in silence. You keep telling him about your day, complaining about the world, waiting for an answer that never comes. Even so, a part of you believes that Tomura is still there, somewhere between the dust and the memories, watching you.

He destroyed everything for the world... But for you, he was the only place where you felt safe.