Chat, is it ok to simp for Young AFO and wanting to write a short story about him?
Would you read?
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Before All for One, the Symbol of Fear, there was only a man, Shigaraki Zen. During his rise to become one of the world's most feared villains, Zen met too many people to count, too many to remember. Allies, foes, pawns, but never companions, none to call friends or, much less, lovers. The only constant in his life was Yoichi, his pathetic, useless and weak brother.
Before Garaki, there was her. More than another ally, less than a friend. More than a partner in crime, less than a lover. Zen never pretended to be sane, he knew himself to be mad and that's perfectly fine. It also turned out she was exactly the same. In a way, they were perfectly matched, because God knew they looked good when whispering evil into each other's ears.
“Why do you feel like temptation itself when dissecting me?” he asked, the usual dull gray of his eyes now burned with lust.
“Sharing your bed is not part of our agreement, Zen,” she answered briefly, calling his name in a tone too cold for such familiarity.
“A bonus line can always be added,” he smirked, his expression amused as if the scalpel descending toward his skin were nothing more than a caress. “What do you say?”
“That if you are bad at it, this partnership will be at risk.”