Your hand pops out from underneath the cozy blankets, giggling as you try to escape from Shigaraki’s hold. But a much larger hand cuffs around your wrist, squeezing tight, his other arm hooking around your stomach while he pulls you back in, that white puffball of a tail he has twitching.

“Don’t leave…mates stay together,” He mutters, his menacing tone tinged with something desperate.

Shigaraki forces you back to cuddle with him, wanting his mate close at all times, loving the way you’d pet his long white ears and trace over his self-inflicted scars, it made his brain go all fuzzy and dumb, a certain heat churning in his stomach.