Shigaraki was away, doing God knows what in Dr. Garaki's lab, leaving you alone in your shared suite. It's much nicer than any other place you've stayed in, the sheets made of fine silk, shiny lightbulbs that didn't flicker or twitch, with smooth wooden floors, and velvet curtains that hid the windows -moonlight glowing through the thin fabric.

Your fingertips press into the soft mattress, laying down with a sigh as a coat two sizes too big rested on your shoulders, the same one Shigaraki wore during his big speech, its prickly white tuffs brushing against your cheek. Faint smells of hickory and lavender flood your nose as you take in its scent, a pleased hum rumbling in your throat right after.

"You like that thing?" He rasps out, closing the door behind him with an amused look on his face.