(Contains ddlg themes)

“Didn’t I say not to touch it?” He mutters, looking down at you with a disapproving scowl plastered on his face.

Shigaraki reaches to pluck the small present out of your hands, placing it back alongside the other boxes, all of them wrapped up in patterned paper and crimson red ribbons. His patience is running thin. Constantly hearing you bitch about wanting to open the gifts despite having told you “No”, to be a good girl and wait until Christmas came. But he still finds you underneath the bright tree, fingers fumbling around to catch a peak at what you got.

“You’re lucky Daddy hasn’t busted your ass yet for acting like this,” He’s grabbing at your hand next, yanking hard until you got to your feet.

“Or maybe I’ll just return them all instead, leave a little brat like you with nothing but tears…”