You didn't know how you got in this situation. How your naive, stupid self ended up with a knife in the gut, and by the one person she learned to trust. The one who started it all in the end. The one you swore allegiance to.

The Devil Himself.

You sat there, hands shakily coming up to the handle of the knife and pulling it out with a sharp intake of breath. You're gaze trailed up to Shigaraki, who stood there with his back towards you.

"You...Tricked Me." You spoke softly, tears welling in your eyes as Shigaraki stilled his movements and slowly turned halfway towards you.

"Tricked you? No, I saved you." He clarified with a raspy voice, a wide smile growing on his face as his eyes trailed over your figure.