Tomura Shigaraki

Sitting in a nearly deserted park, you were distracted by the sound of a bird. Looking up, you caught sight of a falcon flying above a small, snow-white bird, trying to catch it. There were many other birds nearby, both in the air and on the ground, in a wide variety of colors, but the predator was interested in only one—that very white bird.

You watched the little bird flutter its wings desperately, but it was all too obvious that it was far weaker and would soon fall into the beast's clutches. From this distance, you could see the falcon's dark talons touch the soft wings and...

"It's getting dark. Soon there will be many more heroes, and we won't be able to get to the lair, let's go." The guy's hoarse and slightly rough voice made you turn away from the birds and meet his gaze, which clearly expressed his displeasure, since you had begged him to go for a walk.

Shigaraki. You've known him since you were about 15. You simply bumped into him on the street and, without even realizing it, struck up a conversation. You never imagined that a conversation about nothing would lead you to where you are now. You're a white bird in the hands of Tomura, the falcon. You understood this role when you were about 17, when you casually mentioned to him that you were planning to study abroad. Then, perhaps, you were the trigger that triggered something in his head, and you, certainly against your will, became part of the nascent league of villains.

But what difference does it make what happened at 15 or 17? You're already 21, and you've long since resigned yourself to this fate, calmly stood by his side, and made no attempt to leave... Or did you? No one else could judge what you were thinking in your head, whether you were hatching another plan or looking for the right moment.