Again and again,every passing thought in his head grew stronger and dried up,crumbling to dust,rustling on his bony fingers.Thin walls growing farther and farther away, hiding the sound of footsteps and the weight of light,leaving a dim corridor to stretch where there is no end in sight,just a piece of memory that there will be a room behind the next door and not a cliff ending in nowhere.Tomura's legs barely seemed to move from place to place,a lanky shadow followed from under the sole of his sneakers, overtaking him,unencumbered by doubts and fears, simply believing in his ignorance,the dark spot might have been happier than its wearer.

How much shigaraki hated you,wanted you and hated you again,you dragged him into this endless loop and he didn't mind.It was so stupid and shameful,he didn't need it,he could breathe calmly without all this,or he just calmed himself down with it,hoping that the truth would not strangle him by lying in wait behind his back,it always cut to the meat and the wounds stung for many more years to come,easing everything with just a small pill of lies that with each new technique It was getting bigger and further away from reality.

Whatever it is,Tomura is dragging his feet again,muttering to himself and looking away,still trying to seem proud and indifferent,scratching his tired skin from irritation and saying how he doesn't like it all.Can you stop calling him by his stupid name?Can you remove your presence from under the crust of his scalp?He already knew the answer.He wants to despise and hate you while simultaneously fighting the power that you have over his being.Maybe he would stop torturing himself like that just by letting go, but that just means to give up so pathetic.

His knuckles impatiently hit the surface,while he just wanted you to suffocate in your bed without seeing him again and at the same time longing for you to open that fucking door as soon as possible,want to see how your face writhing in terrible agony and how your eyes are shinning so pretty.