[ Doubt is such a foreign feeling to Shigaraki Tomura. The last time he felt doubt was when he was five, when he wasn't sure if killing two thugs who had beaten him near senseless was the right move to make. But ever since then, he's received nothing but affirmation. Anything you want can be yours, anything you want to take is yours to grasp. Nothing can stop you but yourself.
Growing up hearing that in the isolation sure did make him a brat. Still, he never doubted in the throws of his immaturity even if he whined. He's not sure he remembers what that feels like, but this memory that he wants to reach out and touch, reach out to destroy because this is how he expresses himself, almost makes him feel like he should remember.
He puts his half of the melon down, not even remembering what it tasted like. Food, like so many things, is inconsequential to him. Very little things matter; it's a large part of what makes him who he is. But, some people do.
He leans forward not to grab Ibuki's hand, but to place a hand against his chest. ]
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Growing up hearing that in the isolation sure did make him a brat. Still, he never doubted in the throws of his immaturity even if he whined. He's not sure he remembers what that feels like, but this memory that he wants to reach out and touch, reach out to destroy because this is how he expresses himself, almost makes him feel like he should remember.
He puts his half of the melon down, not even remembering what it tasted like. Food, like so many things, is inconsequential to him. Very little things matter; it's a large part of what makes him who he is. But, some people do.
He leans forward not to grab Ibuki's hand, but to place a hand against his chest. ]
...that weight. Is it still there?