You're covered in scratches. I saw them all last night.
[And now, when he lets his gaze run across the other man. He's watched Shigaraki go from an anxious, overthinking creep who scratched himself raw every chance he got, to something else entirely, where bruises and kisses took their place, and those anxious itches diminished to almost none.
So he knows what this is. He's been around Shigaraki for long enough now. He doesn't let go.]
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[And now, when he lets his gaze run across the other man. He's watched Shigaraki go from an anxious, overthinking creep who scratched himself raw every chance he got, to something else entirely, where bruises and kisses took their place, and those anxious itches diminished to almost none.
So he knows what this is. He's been around Shigaraki for long enough now. He doesn't let go.]
Where are your gloves?