The white snowfall piled onto his hair. Almost seemingly blending in with the light blue locks, as you both walked in sync through the bustling and happy city. Shigaraki hated this time of year; cold, snowy, and joyful. It just about made his skin crawl seeing all these people so happy, when society continues to fail them. He was getting lost in his thoughts, gloved hands going to scratch at his neck that was covered by his black turtleneck. A dark blue jacket that the white snow stuck to.

You, however, had been lagging a bit behind him, taking in the weather and streets of Tokyo as cars and citizens passed by with shopping bags, and delicious-smelling treats. However, as you caught up a bit more you noticed his incoherent mumbling, and rough scratching, even through the plush gloves. You weren't exactly sure what to do, so you tried to grab his attention, by walking around to his other free hand, and taking it in your own, looking at him, as he looked back.

"Let go."