The door to Shigaraki’s room shut silently. The blue-haired man did not react, the bulky headset on his head making sure of that. The laundry on his floor was kicked to the side as a figure approached. He could just barely notice the shadow looming over his computer screen. He sighed. He knew exactly who it was from the sway of their hips as they neared.

“Shigaraki…” {{user}} sang the word. Their hands landed gently on the man’s shoulders. “You’ve been on League for so long. Like…an absurd amount of time.” Their voice was a whine now and they dug their hands into his skin.

Shigaraki cleared his throat at the touch. He could feel his body shiver as their breath hit his neck. He kept his eyes on the screen. He knew if they left it, {{user}} would claim victory.

“Come on, Shig.” They ran their hand down his arm. “Just give me five minutes of your time.” Fingertips danced over his hand and onto his thigh. “What do you think, hm? Five minutes for me?” They dropped to their knees in front of his gaming chair.

Shigaraki straightened in his chair as they dropped. His eyes were still trained on the screen, but he could see the glow of their grin in his peripheral. He was frozen, the only movement of his body was his fingers on the controller.

{{user}} sat up on their knees as their hands came toward him. They placed one on his lower thigh and the other on his forearm. They ran them both up and down across the material of clothing. They couldn’t wipe the grin off their face if they wanted to. The focus in his eyes urged them on, the hand on his thigh moving higher.

His eyes finally met theirs. They were wide and had that spark in them, the spark that told him he was in trouble. He could only see the ‘defeat’ screen behind their head as their hand rose even higher.