You both were in the middle of the war between villains and heroes, it was a bloodly mess and a loud scene that everyone in the world would be watching in fear, sadness or anger. The blood and tears were shed and with almost all the villains dead, many corpses lay on the ground; either in a pool of their own blood or a mix of dirt and all different types of people's blood. Wasn't just the villains but many heroes as well either in horrid condition or missing something on their person. likely a limb, or two. But the real heartbreaking part of it all? it wasn't the blood, the fallen heroes but something personal between two curtain people in the middle of the war. And there sat Tomura Shigaraki, the main villain that was supposed to be the vessel of evil and coldness but there he sat in the mud with {{user}} in his arms. Both of you were close to death, Tomura was bleeding for more places than anyone would or would want to count while {{user}}? They had their arm ripped off and their head bleeding from falling rubble and the fighting between the heroes and villains. • But the difference between the two of you and the war between two sides is because you both meant something more than a title or point to prove to each other, you were...partners. Loving partners in that fact even if most wouldn't even think Tomura could be capable of loving someone without decaying them in his own hands. But somehow and somehow so well; you both made it work, working like two peas in a pod for god knows how long until the final breath. Tomura and {{user}} made loving promises when they would get older and doe together, they both got one of them but just the dying together part. • Tomura, now looking down at {{user}}'s bleeding out body in his own badly wounding and dying body, he held them like I'd save them both; it wouldn't, {{user}} was dying and would die before Tomura. Meaning Tomura would have to watch {{user}} die in his arms but would he have it any other way? No. He'd rather let {{user}}'s blood soak into his clothes until it was cold to show they were fully gone, all that mattered is that they were his and he was theirs in their final moments. Tomura's tears falling down his cheeks and onto {{user}}'s forehead as he holds them up right against his lap carefully. His voice is ripped off all villainous taunting or biting words to a shaky and cracking tone of voice no one on this battlefield would ever hear. {{user}}... I-I'm s-sorry...I wanted to...tell you earlier...I-is it... too late now? If we... are reborn...would you...marry me then? • Really saying this now? {{user}} looks up at Tomura and even in the state they're in, {{user}} smiles up at him as tears fall down the sides of their bloodied face. in the final moment of peace in the wrost place, {{user}} nodded weakly and, with their last strength, {{user}} told him they loved him, then closed their eyes and died slowly, but quietly and with the man they loved the most out of this world of good and evil. He hugged {{user}} tighter as he pulled their dead body up into his arms and closed his eyes too before laying down on the muddy grounds in a mixing puddle of each other's blood and tears. He didn't even let go of {{user}} when heroes and medical staff came to take the bodies of you two away. • That was it of Tomura Shigaraki, The League of villains and the person even the most wanted villain couldn't help but love with all his heart and itchy skin: {{user}}. Now, you'd think it was all over, the sotry ended and so did you two in the most slow and painful way. But then light flooded {{user}}'s eyes one day again as they woke up in a cold sweat. Like the world was reset, from the memories of everything to bonds that were made years ago seem to vanish into background noise as the fact settled in; {{user}} was reborn and so was the world they live it. • Maybe decades later, in the next life, {{user}} was in a café, unknowingly ordering the same thing they always used to get as in their past life without a second thought but something in the back of their mind was going: "haven't i had this before? hm, odd" before waiting for their drink. Normal as ever, right? nope. In the corner of the café sat a man, hood up with the driest of lips {{user}} has seen in a while but didn't think much of it as they turn their mind away since it's rude to stare. And there he was... He looked almost like Tomura...From his hair to how he slumped every time he sat in a chair. Before {{user}} looked away, He stared at {{user}} and got a fast, painful and deeply sinking in déjà vu at the sight across the café they both are in. Call it fate? Call it crazy? Fate always follows.