Midnight-sensei, what does an average day look like for someone interning for you? I’d like to know just so I can prepare myself mentally.
@ua-midnight 5:00 PM
Good question!
It really depends on what's going on at the moment! Given the present rise in villainous activity (not to mention average petty crimes) we shall be analyzing local reports, and patrolling areas of heightened activity!
Additionally, I would like to work on training you all, both individually, with me, and as a group!
For instance! How do you three find you do when... Fatigued? 👀
ua-monoma 5:04 PM
Fatigued? Well, it depends on whether or not I still have to be involved... Preferably, I'd find an out somehow so I could get some rest and recollect myself... Otherwise, I'd try and manipulate the situation so that any villains or the like will be distracted away, again, to try to get some moment's rest...
... However, if neither are possible, I would try and fight through any exhaustion I'm feeling... Sometimes copying a new quirk can make me feel briefly revitalized, so in an emergency, I try to resort to a tactic like that....
ua-jetblackhero 5:06 PM
Well, for me Dark Shadow normally compensates for that. I don’t have to do much hand-to-hand combat myself because of my quirk.
But if the situation is not combat related, I can still preform decently as I’m used to staying up late.
ua-midnight 5:19 PM
Hmm... Certainly something to work on! When you're working as a pro, there's no telling what kind of situations you'll have to overcome!
You'll definitely have to find ways to dig into all those reserves of youthful energy, so you can dominate any villain in any situation 😤
ua-monoma 5:19 PM
Hahaha.... Yes!!!
Now, when you say dominate... Do you mean in any specific fashion? For example, are you referring more to how quickly a villain is taken down? Or how violently?
ua-midnight 5:22 PM
It's all about being
effective!
Sometimes you just have to be a bit... ruthless
ua-jetblackhero 5:22 PM
Aren’t we then stopping down to their level, though?
ua-monoma 5:23 PM
But if it's a preventative measure of something foul... 🤔🤔
You think too naively, Tokoyami-kun~
ua-midnight 5:23 PM
Villains know what kind of people heroes are... They are often likely to prey on that...
ua-jetblackhero 5:26 PM
I suppose so. I guess it all depends on what being ruthless entails...
ua-monoma 5:26 PM
Mm... I suppose it does.
However, if you knew a villain was going to kill his way through a city, and the only way to stop him would be killing the source of his power, a child or something... Wouldn't you do what you had to do to stop him?
ua-jetblackhero5:28 PM
That’s quite a morbid example
ua-monoma 5:28 PM
Sure, there are other methods, less guaranteed methods... But a quick,
effective
defeat that requires one to dirty one's hands to receive the preferred outcome is surely better.
Well, yes... Haha.
ua-jetblackhero 5:32 PM
If I was in that situation, that would be the last thing on my mind. I have a strict moral code that I’d like to uphold and I would not permit myself to kill that child.
ua-monoma 5:32 PM
Well. Then a city would die and that is on you.
ua-jetblackhero 5:32 PM
There’s always another option.
ua-monoma 5:33 PM
Enlighten me.
ua-jetblackhero 5:34 PM
Maybe containing said power source would be sufficient enough, or even containing the villain tapping from that power source.
Murder should be the last thing on your mind, Monoma-kun.
ua-monoma 5:35 PM
Don't talk down to me. I'm fully aware of that.
What I'm saying is that that is a lot of what ifs for a do or die situation. Tokoyami-kun.
ua-jetblackhero 5:39 PM
Maybe it is, it’s hard to put yourself in a situation like that. Maybe I would kill the child, or the villain, but we’ll never truly know until we are in that situation.
ua-midnight 5:40 PM
It's an extreme example to be sure, but you know, Monoma-kun does have the right idea!
It's always best to consider all possible situations.
ua-jetblackhero 5:43 PM
Midnight-sensei, have you been in contact with Tamaki-senpai? I haven’t been able to get a hold of him, unfortunately.
ua-monoma 5:43 PM
Thank you, Midnight...
ua-midnight 5:44 PM
I must admit, Tamaki-kun is a bit... Elusive.
As you may have noticed, he's extremely shy.
As adorable as it may be... It does add a bit of challenge to the internship experience.
Monoma-kun, I don't suppose you've had any luck there?
ua-monoma 6:00 PM
Oh, no... I wanted to give him a chance to answer any earlier messages but... make no mistake, I did try to reach out some..!
HC: Monoma has a weakness for girls who act all pure and loyal. Same goes for guys, (Deku for example).But he’s afraid his pompous ego and any past addictions will hurt them.
Somehow, he thought, he must have convinced himself that it had all been a bad dream. None of it what ever happened, at the bar or otherwise, ever felt real... It all happened to someone that wasn't him, a different version of him, someone... darker. Someone accepted.
The thought made him guilty in an instant. Of course, he knew his rightful place. He knew who he was... but he also knew that what he had just done... what he had just partaken in... That wasn't the work of a hero. Only the scum of the earth would hurt his friends like he kept doing, time and time again.
So, here he was, back among them. After frowning at his surroundings, he had asked Kurogiri for a moment to get reacquainted, and to be alone... And, as always, Kurogiri had done his best to grant his wishes. Finally left to his own devices, he let out a sigh as he leaned against the counter of the bar, wondering if he'd have the time to sneak a drink before they finally talked. He could probably sneak it before someone else happened to cross his path...
Kurogiri sets the two steaming cups down on the bar, careful not to spill. It's his special blend of cocoa, sugar and milk added at just the right time. it will only take a moment, but by the time he returns with Monoma, the drinks will have cooled just enough to sip properly.
He sets out a plate of cookies too, glancing around first to make sure the bar is empty. Toga can sniff out sweets like a bloodhound, he swears, and if she gets wind of them, there won't be any snacks left, no matter how quick he is.
Satisfied, Kurogiri nods to himself and opens a portal. It's time to pick up Monoma for a bit of a heart to heart, if one could call it so, with what Kurogiri had in mind. Surprisingly, he doesn't anticipate the notion quite as much as he thought he would. Ah well. Perhaps the sweetness of the cocoa will soothe the bitter taste on both their tongues.
It was strange.
There used to be a time when he would jump and recoil in fear as blackness suddenly spread itself open across the air. Now, he's barely phased as he watches another one of Kurogiri's portals appear. He knows he keeps thinking it, but this sudden familiarity he has... this level of comfort. It almost terrifies him.
Almost.
Looking up from the bed where he had been lounging, phone still in hand from when he had been scrolling through it, Monoma only purses his lips together some, eyes almost... curious... as he waits for Kurogiri to fully enter into his space.
Stepping through the portal, Kurogiri takes only a moment to glance around the room, mist swirling strangely until it settles on his skin. Exactly as he remembers. But...one thing has changed. Rather than jumping in terror, Monoma is simply...waiting for him. There are no fears to soothe, no nervous twitches to gently smooth away. They come so far in these long weeks.
He meets Monoma's gaze with a nod.
It feels almost odd for some reason, and then Kurogiri realizes why--this is the first time they've met when Monoma wasn't under duress. First he reaches out for them, and now he makes the invitation so calmly. Unable to help himself at the genuine smile crossing his face, Kurogiri simply holds out his hand for Monoma, the choice his, as always.
"Are you ready, my boy?"
Monoma frowns, but it's barely perceptible. He stalls, only to prove that he can. That he doesn't need this or them, that this is his choice. Whether or not it's the right or wrong one, he's still figuring out.
He doesn't answer, though after a moment, he pushes himself off the bed, rising to his full height before he takes his hand.
"Sure."
Yes, Monoma still has the choice...for now. The important thing is that he always believes he has it, even when Monoma no longer controls this situation.
And even with a moment of deliberation, he takes Kurogiri‘s hand.
So Kurogiri pulls Monoma in and shields him with his arms from the coldness of the misty portal, to the bar and their waiting drinks. „Make yourself comfortable, my boy, you know your way around.“
The frown still remains as Monoma is brought into the bar. Blearily, he looks around, and, by the time his eyes have landed on the little drinks Kurogiri had set up for him, a small smirk was on his lips, tiny little scoff of a chuckle leaving him.
"Oh." He points towards the cups. "You... you were serious about the cocoa, huh..."
Kurogiri simply shrugs. „I am often serious, my boy. I have found, no matter my age, that a warm cup of cocoa and a listening ear can do wonders for any sort of problem.“ He takes a seat at the bar and gestures at the cups, indicating for Monoma to also sit.
„Besides, I have a special recipe. I’m sure you’ll like it.“
Monoma lets out a little sigh, taking his own seat. "I'm sure I will..."
Kurogiri gives a hum of agreement and then just waits a moment in the quiet, letting Monoma get comfortable. He takes a sip of his own cocoa. Monoma will speak when he’s ready. Pushing now would just result in more denial.
Monoma takes a long moment to stare down at his cup. He doesn't feel like he's in a rush, really... Over their visits, Kurogiri has made it clear that whatever happens depends on his say, so making him wait is... fine.
And he intends to. As he mulls over his words a little more. A listening ear. Even now, he still doubts what talking about... anything could possible do. Though, he remembers his private talk with Vlad-sensei... How uplifted he felt, in that moment. How long that had lasted.
Slowly, he raises his eyes up to Kurogiri. "Why do you think people hurt each other...?" he asks slowly, his voice quietly, carefully calm.
Kurogiri takes his time to consider the question, almost wishing he hadn’t invited the conversation. But Monoma awaited an actual answer, one Kurogiri would have to give him.
„Exactly why is difficult my child. There are many different reasons.“ He takes a cookie and turns it over in his hand. „But in general, it’s very simple, I believe. People hurt each other because some part of them, inside their heart, is hurting as well. Perhaps it is on accident, perhaps on purpose, but they want to pass the hurt along.“
He sighs, quieter now. „Maybe they hope doing so will soothe the ache, rather than make it worse.“
Monoma is slow to react to that one... slow to really show anything on his face as he considers his words. He picks and chooses what makes the most sense of him like he was picking a treat out of a basket... passing the hurt along, on accident or on purpose...
Slowly, he drops his gaze, staring at his cup again. He raises his hand over the lip of it, feeling the heat rising from the liquid. "I've always thought of it as a flaw of humanity," he says, his voice a soft whisper now. "Something inside us that keeps us from being able to behave. No matter how much we try..." His eyes flicker up towards him again. "... Why do you?"
This is the most serious Kurogiri has felt in a long time. Perhaps the most honest as well--he may be a villain, a liar, but something like this deserves honesty. It's a matter of respect...and the one belief that drove Kurogiri above all, was in earning the respect of others. Monoma, no matter how small he was, still deserved that. "It is indeed a flaw. Very few are strong enough to hold their pain where it can't reach anyone else." Kurogiri took a long sip of cocoa and paused. "Very strong, or very foolish."
Everyone needed someone to lean on, the share the pain with. Those who were alone may be noble, but they suffered worst of all. Kurogiri had felt that, once. But only once. "Why...?" Because he would never feel that way again. Kurogiri fell silent for a long moment thinking on how to answer properly. "I, too, am hurt, Monoma, even if I no longer feel the pain. And nothing could soothe the ache for me, for any of us villains, until we found each other. This is the only way I have found that can change things. I will do whatever it takes to set this world to rights, and sometimes it means hurting others. My existence...is necessary."
If his tone turns a little sad, Kurogiri does not allow himself to dwell on it, pulling from his thoughts to meet Monoma's gaze. "Perhaps I am simply passing on the hurt as well. I just like to think I'm being productive about it." Kurogiri does not ask the question out loud, but his eyes linger on Monoma, as if to ask him Why do you?
Kurogiri's answer... is hard to listen to. Maybe that's why he's started it in the first place. To dredge up that pain, to drag him and the other figures of the League down from their pedestals, to make them human. That was where the danger truly lied, and he knows that. Accepting their humanity. Sympathizing.
... Understanding.
His insides twist. He feels sick down to his stomach, nausea sinking into his core in a way that's almost, strangely, disturbingly satisfying. He barely wants to at this point, but he lifts his mug and takes a sip as he feels Kurogiri's gaze simmering on his skin. The sweet taste of it is almost sharp on his tongue, the moment between them almost making it bitter, out of place... harsh.
For a long moment, he almost decides to brush his question off. He has that power, after all. He waits long enough until its almost certain that he's not going to answer at all, and then he shrugs. "I suppose... I'm still trying to find that out," he answers quietly. "I will say... I'm tired of it all being an accident."
He pauses, festering in the quiet horror his own statement has brought him. The double meaning of it pierces him, digging in. He's silent, for a long time, quietly drinking.
"... it is good," he finally murmurs. "You should share the recipe sometime, if it's not a secret."
Kurogiri huffs a quiet laugh, dropping his gaze from Monoma as he turns his cup to swirl the last of the liquid inside before he drains it. How much he’d grown, since that first night. Was this really the same boy, the same tiny sniveling creature, now admitting his willingness to injure? Kurogiri was almost proud of where his efforts had gotten them. Now this...this was somewhere to build off of.
But no—here Monoma was, asking for cocoa recipes. His voice holds a hint of amusement as he responds, “As you’re the only one who’s shown interest in learning, I may yet deign to teach you.”
He doesn’t specify what, exactly, he would teach, letting his own double meaning seep in. If you only ask, I would teach you anything. Instead, growing serious once more, Kurogiri sets his cup aside. “No matter which path you walk, Monoma, there is nothing dishonorable about wanting control of your own life.”
Kurogiri half sighs, half laughs, despite not feeling any amusement at all.
“It is, after all, the only thing you can do.”
Monoma leans back in his chair, slowly. His legs cross as he thinks again.
Control, he repeats in his head. He wants that... so badly. To control, to not be controlled... to have power over his life... to have power over others... to be recognized for what he can do... to stop anyone from being able to do anything to him...
He can already feel the obsessive spiral that forms like a hurricane over the word. Quickly, he stifles it to deal with when he was alone in his room again. Really, he doesn't think this conversation will last that much longer...
"I have... two questions..." he starts. "I don't know how you'll react to them."
To know your own strength and use it is, in Kurogiri‘s mind, the most rewarding of experiences. And he can tell Monoma likes the idea too, the time he’s taking—the time they’re both taking—to think and to answer lends weight to their conversation. A weight Kurogiri has not felt I’m years.
Despite who he’s talking to, or perhaps because of who he’s talking to, this conversation feels like is means something.
Kurogiri will have to ponder that later.
For now, he simply nods, giving Monoma his full attention once more. „You may always ask me anything you wish, my child. I will answer to the best of my ability.“
"Okay."
He pauses, though that's more for the... dramatic weight, than anything else. The lulls and beats of their conversation pass by like a metronome, and he wants to keep it up, as long as he can.
"... What did you think we'd talk about today?" he asks. "I mean, I'm sure you're surprised." Monoma reaches out to grab a cookie, pressing it against his lip to hide a small smile. "I mean, I hope you're not... disappointed..."
Well, he certainly hadn't expected to take it so seriously. Whatever happened here, Kurogiri had never cared. Now, he had to admit his interest, slight though it was. Understanding someone was not dangerous at all. In fact, Kurogiri was very good at it, and using that information to suit him. But sympathy, no, that was something he could not fall into.
Not unless Monoma was becoming more important than a pawn. And that was something Kurogiri could not afford at the moment.
But...despite himself, Kurogiri needs to continue this, whatever it is, the moments stretching out. And so he answers Monoma with the truth: "You never disappoint me, my child. I find myself constantly being surprised you." He concentrates on tinging his voice with fondness, a tool he hadn't used often before Monoma, but was earning plenty of practice with now. "I did not know what to expect when we came through the portal together. Truly, I'm never quite sure how our conversations will end. Which is, after all this time, delightful, I assure you. I believed we would perhaps talk of troubles of the heart, but no. I am most certainly not disappointed in how this night has gone."
Monoma closes his eyes, absorbing. Relieved. It's still nice to hear him so fond. Like cool water over a burn.
He prefers it, like this, he thinks rather than saying. He hates how often Kurogiri, and the others, have seen him so pathetic. He hates how weak he's been... All the times he's cried and broken down, and how quickly he spiraled. How low he got. He wants to be stronger. He doesn't want to have to lean on anybody anymore, not them, not Iida, not Bakugou, not even Vlad.
No one deserves that.
He takes a bite out of the cookie, chewing slowly, forcing down the sweet grit of it into his unwilling stomach.
"I think I should go back after this," he reminds him, a tremor starting to build up in him. Not being scared would prove how foolish he was, so he's almost glad for the tremble that starts up as he glances up at Kurogiri again. "... I'm just curious, so if you don't have an answer..."
He trails off again. "... Do you know if..." he pauses, holding tight to his breath and hoping, vaguely, that it won't be his last.
"... Is Eri here?"
Kurogiri pauses for almost a full minute as he processes the question. How unexpected. How cheeky, the little brat--and yet, how bold. Kurogiri could appreciate that. It took quite a bit of bravery to look Kurogiri in the eyes and ask him if he'd kidnapped a little girl. A little girl that the heroes were, in fact, still looking for, although he was uncertain how long they would manage to hold onto her. Overhaul had been strangely absent from his end of the deal, and Kurogiri was becoming less and less concerned with holding onto Eri as an asset.
But how to answer Monoma?
He could lie. Kurogiri was very good at lying. But strangely, he didn't want to. And, in this case, since they had practically announced Eri's fate...he had no reason to, other than to maintain a facade in front of Monoma. And he had never particularly cared for that part of his manipulation. if Monoma was to be part of them, he needed to understand what they did--he had to accept it.
Slowly, Kurogiri nods, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. Monoma was learning. "You're starting to ask some interesting questions, my child. To answer: Eri is not here, no. But she is being kept somewhere safe, have no fear. We would not cause undue harm to a little girl--she is fed and warm and growing brattier by the day." Kurogiri might have to start refusing her chocolate if she didn't start cleaning up after herself.
He watches Monoma closely, not bothering to reach for a cookie to hide his interest. "But before I bring you back, I now have a question of my own, if you would answer."
Monoma only returns the nod, swallowing tightly. He hadn't known what to expect. Of course, he had guesses. Kurogiri would either answer him or not, lie to him or not. It was quite the simple game if chess, and he'd only moved his first lowly little piece into the board.
The answer itself, though.
... He can't stop the way his gaze flickers towards the corners of the room, searching for some sort of secret door. Or the way something about the air starts to tighten on every sound, until he's aware of even the dust moving past in his desperation for a soft little voice and the scuffle of tiny feet against wood. If she wasn't here, then, where?
His thoughts start to twirl the question over at that. Where, where, where...?! Would the plan even work, with them so left in the dark, so deep that even the heroes couldn't reach...?
Monoma snaps back into the moment at Kurogiri’s request. A question. He was kind of hoping to get away without having to give anything away of himself... but that was asking for a lot. Gnawing through the rest of his cookie, he finally shrugs, seemingly aloof despite the way anticipation tightens his chest. "To the best of my ability," he answers honestly, because it's true. He just might not be able.
Kurogiri watches Monoma's eyes flicker over every surface, searching, wondering. Ah ha. So he was still thinking of how to endear himself to the Heroes. The poor child was learning, but far too slowly. His reactions still gave too much away...to ask was only one part of it all. Teenagers. Always so sloppy with their follow-through, always so lax about cleaning up after themselves.
And still, he looks so surprised at Kurogiri's request. Almost like he had honestly hoped to get out of this without any questions of his own, without giving anything in return. How selfish, how greedy. But, then again, that was part of why Kurogiri found him interesting. If only he weren't quite so obvious with his motives, Kurogiri could have a bit of fun teasing everything out of him. Unfortunately it wasn't much of a game if Monoma just threw his cards down on the table without checking Kurogiri's hand. He'd almost wanted to ask why that question, but, well. He has something better now.
"You can't lead them to a place you don't know how to find, my child, and even if you could, she would not be here." Kurogiri just looks at Monoma, clearly raising an eyebrow despite his obvious lack of eyebrows. In other words, stop looking.
Kurogiri pauses again, measuring Monoma with his gaze before asking slowly, "You have the option not to answer, just as I did, but I hope you will, just as I did. When you close your eyes, what is the first thing you think of, my child? A person, an idea, a thing you desire...out of your reach right now, I'm sure. How far are you willing to go to obtain it?"
Monoma gulps, eyes dropping immediately in an obvious admission of guilt, like a dog tucking its tail between its legs. He was quickly running out of little distractions, cocoa all gone and his stomach twisting too much to attempt to stomach another little cookie, so he smooths his hand down his hair instead, fingers traveling down the golden strands until they find the back of his neck, and the knotted scars that sat on it.
"Mm..." His breath hitches as he listens to the question. Nervous, he digs his nails in as he thinks, a horrible little habit he refuses to admit he's borrowed somewhat from Shigaraki.
He doesn't close his eyes. He doesn't need to. He knows what he'd see.
Iida.
An ideal of perfection, a fantasy of soft, loving affection.
... A distraction.
Which is why, for one daring moment, he didn't reach towards him. For once, for one of the first times in a long, long time, he looked beyond him, for a moment. At what he's always wanted. At what was constantly denied him.
His eyes flicker towards him. "I want power," he answers honestly, feeling freer than he's ever been as he admits it. "And I'd do anything. I'd go... as far as I possibly could. And then even further." His breath gathers in his chest again in a shaky inhale, holding onto his mug tightly. "I wouldn't stop. Not until..." His breath hitches. He grits his teeth. He's imagining it, smile creeping onto his face as he visualizes, somehow, holding it right in his two hands, something that was strong, and glowing, something that was finally and only... his. "... Not until I'm better than all of them...!"
The mug snaps, its handle cracking to pieces in his hand. The dream falls away, and he flinches, realizing what's leaving his mouth in a second, horrible realization of what's been welling up in him for... longer than he seems to be able to remember. Pausing, he slowly places the little pieces gathered into his hand onto the table.
"... I didn't mean to break that," he murmurs sheepishly. "Sorry about that."
It's interesting how Monoma twitches, ever so slightly out of place, out of his skin. He's still nervous, yes, but he hasn't backed away. He's still facing Kurogiri, still speaking despite his obvious fear, and the weight in his voice says this exchange of honestly has not been for nothing.
It's been very rewarding, in fact.
In Kurogiri's opinion, this is the true meaning of progress: to watch Monoma slowly lose his distractions, his deflections, his ways out, and then decide to move forward anyways, that little spark of bravery in him growing. Bravery, but something more than that. Comfort. He's starting to see how he fits here, with the League, with Kurogiri. And the answer he offers is just as wonderful as Kurogiri had expected it to be.
Desire sat in Monoma's stomach that same way it sat in Kurogiri's. Like a hunger, always wanting more. Kurogiri had learned to control his, to temper it into a weapon. There was still so much he could teach Monoma, sharpened by anger yet stunted by denial. There was still so much to fix.
What a wonderful smile.
What a wonderful set to his shoulders.
What a wonderful look in his eyes, need warring with horror. There is such a wealth of potential being uncovered. Because Kurogiri could not say this for him. Monoma needed to recognize it for himself, and well, now that the doors were open...
Kurogiri watches Monoma slowly pick up the pieces of the shattered mug before sweeping them off the bar and into his hand, the cracked ceramic disappearing as if it had never been broken in the first place. "I do not mind child, I am used to the others breaking things."
He pauses, sliding his own half-empty mug to Monoma with a slight scrape against the bar, looking into his eyes. It sits in front of him, waiting. "You can get there, you know. The things you most desire are within your reach. You just have to decide to take them."
Sitting back, Kurogiri lets the moment hangs...and then clears the intensity from his throat and begins again. "A question for a question, I believe we're still not even. But I think I'll just keep my other one for now, you seem to be getting tired, and I'm sure you need time to think things over, don't you?"
Monoma nods slightly. His head was swirling faintly with Kurogiri's words. Take...
Take...
Monoma knows how to take. It's what he knows best, really. Greed laced around every action he'd ever committed, didn't it...? He was good at this. He was the best at this. He... was giggling to himself, he realizes, in tiny little sharp hiccups of breath as he smiles distantly. He quiets, though the smile remains for another shaky moment, until it finally snaps away with a clear of Kurogiri's throat.
"Ah. Yes." He's standing before he knows it. "I am really tired. And I... do have a lot to think about." He nods, a short bob of his head. "Thank you, for this..."
Everyone is the same in the end. They never want to choose. They always want both. Greed, the desire for something more, lies at the root of every human interaction, every step they take. And Monoma desired more than most. The giggles spilling from him, almost as if he wasn't even aware of it, would be creepy if not the fact Kurogiri had hoped for a similar reaction.
This project was not about changing Monoma into a different person. It was about bringing the core of who he already was into the light.
"Of course, my child. Anytime." Kurogiri straightens as Monoma stands, placing their dirty cups by the sink behind the counter. With a flick of his wrist a portal widened, connecting the bar and Monoma's room in U.A. once more. He puts a hand to Monoma's shoulder, not quite cradling the fragile bones there, but instead guiding him, supporting him, before leaving him to step through alone. He was alone in U.A. "Sweet dreams, my boy. I'm sure we'll see each other soon."
Shiggy loved ((((loves?)))) you so fucking much and you didn’t even have the balls to tell him no properly. Damn my poor boy.
… I never asked him to love me. I never wanted him to. So that’s my fault, huh…? What, do I owe him, just because he learned to feel for a few seconds? Based on what, would you say? Because I’m so- so charming, right? And charismatic? Everyone falls for my spell, don’t they? Everyone’s my fucking victim.
…
Haha.
Hahahahaha.
Yeah. Poor Shigaraki. Poor mass murdering leader of a crime ring. Poor little terrorist. Poor fucking bastard. Got his heart broken over a fucking kid.
