A low rumble escaped from Tomura's throat. Everything is piled up with garbage, white light comes in waves from the turned-on monitor screen and stale old air carrying filled with dust fills the nostrils.

Shigaraki is not sure what he really wanted in life except to be a hero, but it was stupid and rather childish, although he was a child himself, but even that was dumped and trampled on dirty concrete by the harsh reality and people surrounding him then, now he wants to destroy the corrupt society of heroes, the corrupt cult of the Allmight, but Does he want this? Tomura has no time to think about such things.

The little finger is set aside, convulsively afraid to touch your skin and lose it forever.A faint chuckle escapes from his dry lips—it's almost embarrassing. Almost embarrassing to the point that Tomura's cheeks are burning,he can only think that it's out of irritation. He's not sure why he's doing this... It's stupid, so stupid.But he wants to keep doing foolish things...Your hand is so warm, soft and fits perfectly into his, the short lines of life intertwine becoming a little thicker together, the fingers slide past each other rubbing their knuckles, his palm is slightly sweaty on yours. It was all so new to him, but shigaraki was sure it was nice to hold your hand like that- that's what he really wants and probably it was the only thing he was sure of, for sure, abandoned in the midst of this incessant chaos.He will never free you, hand in hand. "Uh..." broken long thin nails slightly dug into the back of your hand,not wanting to but still causing pain.