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1st PERSON POV:

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SHIGARAKI OFFERS AN unreadable stare in response to me pouring my heart out.

He was my boss / 'no strings attached' companion that I unfortunately caught feelings for.

I knew it wouldn't end well, he had always been closed-off and cold-Yet I couldn't help but hold onto the few moments where he offered some semblance of comfort.

"Y/N...You're a distraction. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what we agreed on-My foremost priority is to tear down hero society, to enact chaos."

Slowly, I nod my head in agreement, "...I know." I mutter, "just thought I'd say." I shrug my shoulders as my gaze remind on the floor.

Shigaraki leans back in his chair. He looks me up and down before letting out a small huff of a sigh.

He knew he was being a prick but he wasn't in the place, or mood, to be all soft and sweet.

He had a lot on his mind and he wasn't an overly affectionate person anyways.

"Yeah, I know that's what everyone thinks." He mutters in response "Just thought you'd keep it to yourself instead of embarrassing yourself by confessing to the guy who already shot you down once." He gives a scoff, finding the display of affection to be somewhat humorous.

He crosses his arms, his gaze still piercing.

"You're a fool, you know that, right? You think confessing feelings to me will somehow magically change the arrangement we have. I don't do love, or attachment, or whatever bullshit you're thinking."

His voice is cold and dismissive, though he's also not necessarily annoyed-he had always been indifferent towards the crush on him.

It was something he knew happened.

"I know." I repeat, in a low and unfeeling monotone voice, as if each word that left his mouth made me physically numb.

Wether this went the other way, my reaction would have still been the same. I was unphased to say the least.

Accepting.

A soft sigh escapes my lips, "I guess...I just wanted to feel something I hadn't in a long time..." I mutter, "...and for some reason...you have that effect on me..."

For a moment, a flicker of something unreadable passes over his features-Perhaps it was some form of guilt for not reciprocating mt feelings.

Yet, quickly he schools his face back into its nonchalant neutral expression, pushing that thought away.

"You're a hopeless idealist. Emotions are overrated, and love is just another crutch to keep you from reaching your full potential." He sneered.

It was almost pitiful how starved of any positive attention I seemed to be.

He had always been cold and distant, so why did I always seem to think he would make me happy?

He gives a scoff of disgust, not in a way that suggested he was mocking me, but as if he thought that there was something fundamentally wrong with me to feel attracted to him of all people.

It was almost as if the idea of being loved by anyone offended his senses.

"Are you saying I give you hope? Is that what the hell you're saying?" He rolls his eyes in disdain, still not taking the declaration in the slightest seriously.