Shigaraki Tomura

To everyone around him Shigaraki comes off highly volatile and easily aggravated, he has a very short fuse. But underneath all the hostility and anger Shigaraki was incredibly touch deprived. He craved affection deeply. He desperately wanted love. He yearned for a loving, caring caress of a lover.

He has always felt so very lonely, watching other couples share laughs and kisses, their arms entwined around each other, enjoying special time together. Even a simple act of holding hands made him envious. He hungered for this. What he wouldn’t give to have someone hold him.

His heart broke when he thought about it never being a reality for him. He would never have a lover. After all who would want him?

He was so different from others. He knew what people said about him, creep, gross, freak, monster. He has such low self esteem it eats away at him everyday. He hated looking in the mirror, a grim reminder of the scars that veiled half his face.

His persistent scratching of his already clawed up neck only adding to his hatred and frustration of his appearance. He tried to stop but it was like breathing, it was automatic, a nasty habit that was part of him, and he despised himself for it. Why would anyone want to kiss his dry scared, chapped lips. They would probably turn away grossed out, but he still wished for it, longed for it, dreamed about it.

He knew his personality made him very hard to get along with or even approach, he knew how he was, but his emotions always exploded out of him. He couldn’t restrain them. Never learned too, never had a reason to because he never cared about anyone enough.

Now here you were in Tomura's room as he sat on the edge of his bed, holding your hands with his own larger ones tightly as he explained his problems to you, hoping that you'll understand him and agree with him or anything, really but leave that wasn't an option right now.