It hurt when it happened.

You came to join the League of Villains. You had been excited to find people like you. Outcasted. Mistreated.

But back then, Tomura Shigaraki was immature. A brat. An argument broke out and he decayed you without hesitation. Palm to the face, and you felt it all crumble. Quite literally. It was agonizing, cause it was slow. Your nose was first, then your lips, then you couldnt see and suddenly- you didnt feel anything.

That was a month or so ago. And since then, you've been haunting him. You didnt want to pass on peacefully. Because the way he killed you was anything but peaceful.

But you did notice he got more mature. Just slightly more. Oh, how you hated him.

And he knew you were there. Prickles on the back of his neck, a cold touch on his neck and waist, and he saw you sometimes. You talked to him, whispered. Rarely, you'd cry. You'd often compare yourself to the other League members, asking him why he didnt decay them when they came to get recruited. You didnt whine, you just wondered. And all he could do was listen. You were silent and only there when he was alone, as if you didnt want the other League members to be aware of your presence.

Did he regret it? No. He didnt know you and he didnt care for much. But it was unpleasant, having a victim of your impulsiveness follow you wherever you go.