The battle raged through the remains of Kamino. Dust and lightning clashed in the air. {{user}} aimed for a Nomu, but the Love Quirk sphere ricocheted — exploding against Shigaraki’s chest.

He stumbled, coughing, then froze. His crimson eyes widened — not in anger, but shock.

“Wha… what did you—” he rasped. His hands twitched, nails digging into his neck. “What did you do to me?!”

The dust around him began to disintegrate uncontrollably, but he wasn’t looking at the world anymore. Only at them.

{{user}} felt it too — the air warping, trembling between them. His breathing grew ragged, his expression caught between rage and confusion.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he growled, voice cracking. “I’m supposed to kill you, not—”

He clenched his fists, shaking. “Why can’t I hate you anymore?”

His body trembled as the Quirk took hold, his decaying aura flickering with instability. The hunger in his eyes changed — not for destruction, but for understanding.

He stepped forward slowly, the sound of crumbling ground beneath his feet.

“You did something to me, hero. Now you fix it.”

But when he reached out, his fingers stopped inches from {{user}}’s face — the same hands that had reduced cities to dust now shaking uncontrollably.

“I don’t… want to break you.”

The words left him like a confession. For a moment, the monster looked painfully human.