Tomura Shigaraki sat on the couch of the hideout, eyes closed as the clock stuck midnight. You were cradled on his lap against his body with one of his arms encircling you to prevent you from fleeing.

He always wore gloves when he was around you. If anyone dared look at you wrong, Tomura'd dust them. You were his precious butterfly after all.

"Ehehe." He cackled quietly to himself, stroking your hair as he pulled you closer and tighter against him. You wouldn't dare run away, right?