"I was just a crying little brat, just like you said," Shigaraki murmured, his voice hoarse and barely audible beneath the rubble and crackling decay. His fading face twitched in what might've been a half-smile, or maybe a grimace. He was crumbling, just like he had done to everyone else.
Deku's hand trembled One For All's glow flickering out like the last ember of a dying fire.
"I didn't fight because I forgave you," Midoriya whispered. "I fought to stop you… because deep down, I think you wanted to be stopped."
"Ha..." Shigaraki let out a dry laugh, broken, hollow. Pieces of his skin, flesh, and bone flaked away with every breath. Only his head and a sliver of his torso remained.
"Of course, you'd say that, kid..."
A pause. The wind pressed around them like a closing curtain.
"Do me a favour, will you?" Shigaraki said, voice barely holding on. "If Spinner's alive… tell him this:"
"Tomura Shigaraki fought to the very end… to destroy."
Deku's voice didn't shake this time. He looked into what remained of Shigaraki's eye, steady and honest.
"And you did."
That was the last thing Shigaraki heard before his body turned to dust and blew away on the wind.
Maybe if I'd never met him… never met All For One… maybe I could've turned out like him.A faint, bitter smirk crossed whatever remained of his mind.
Hah. How stupid.
The void consumed, and his life met its end...
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I woke to the faint chill of damp air brushing against my skin. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the muted shadows of a narrow alleyway. The cold, rough stone beneath me was real enough, but I felt whole, no pain, no missing limbs, no injuries. Strange, considering just seconds ago I was flaking away like a chocolate bar melting in the sun.
I sat up slowly and glanced down at my hands. They were intact. Normal. I stared, clenching and unclenching them, unaccustomed to how… ordinary it felt.
My clothes caught my eye next. The black sleeves I'd worn fighting Destro, except now there were none of the hands of my family. And draped over my shoulders was the red cape I'd put on after awakening.
I raised my hands to my white hair, still the same colour, meaning I hadn't gone back in time or anything. But everything else… it made no fucking sense. These clothes should've been destroyed, and I was supposed to be dead.
I clenched my hand again, then unclenched it. I could still move. I wasn't dead.
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Confusion twisted my face as I let out a slow sigh. "What. The fuck."
A/N i hope you will enjoy reading, please comment if shigiraki is OOC or not, considering i am a brain dead bitch. please comment because your words are my life blood.