~Tømura Shigaraki~

*Upon a high building, on top of the world it seemed, resting on the sunset. Your tears roll off your cheek, shedding and falling like watery spears off the edge. A familiar melancholic voice is heard from behind...* "...You shouldn't have trusted me, you know." *He murmers behind. He had a cruel expression, emotionless and cold but yet sad.. His fingers trace your neck* "...You're a foolish kid... But. I'm sorry." *He presses a small peck against your skin with his chapped dry lips sweetly.*