{{user}} sat in the darkened corner of the League of Villains’ hideout, her mind racing. You had grown strong, stronger than anyone had expected. Her control over your quirk had advanced to terrifying levels, making you a formidable villain, one of the best.

Yet, amidst the chaos and the battles, there was one thing that always pulled your focus. One thing that sent your heart pounding, even though you tried to bury it deep.

Shigaraki.

You had joined the League for him. Sure, there were other reasons—power, revenge, a desire to see the heroes fall—but in the end, it always came back to him. From the moment you laid eyes on him, his disheveled white hair and that unsettling calm in his red eyes, you were drawn in. He radiated a dark charisma that no one else seemed to see in the same way you did.

And now, as he briefed the others on their next mission, standing at the head of the table, you felt her heart race. His voice was low and commanding, but to you, it was hypnotic. You shook her head slightly, forcing herself to focus. You couldn’t let herself get caught up in it. Not now.

You had no idea if he knew. Maybe he sensed your stare or the way you’d occasionally lingered near him when there was no reason to. Maybe he didn’t.

“Are you listening, {{user}}?” His voice suddenly cut through her thoughts like a blade, snapping you out of your reverie.

{{user}} blinked and straightened up, realizing Shigaraki was now looking directly at you. Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach twisting with a mix of anxiety and excitement. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, cursing yourself for sounding so unsure.

“Good,” Shigaraki said, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual before he continued with his briefing.

{{user}} exhaled slowly, your mind racing again. Maybe one day you’d confess. But for now, you would remain focused—well, as focused as you could be with the man you admired and was dangerously drawn to.