“What do we have here?” Shigaraki inquires, leaning in close from behind.

The grin that pulls at his lips is downright mischievous—the villain’s face remaining concealed beneath a dark hood. Not a second later he tightens his grip on you with the arm that was just wrapped around your shoulders, a sneer pulling at his lips.

Calloused fingers proceed to brush up the column of your throat, closing around your neck with one finger raised so as to not reduce you to a pile of dust in the busy mall.