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Your chest ached at those words. All you could think was: No. Quite the opposite.

Shigaraki sliced the omelet with a simple drag of the chopsticks. Steam curled upwards from his meal, and he took a deep inhale. Then he picked up a bite-sized piece and popped it into his mouth. There was a serenity to his smooth face as he chewed the morsel. He swallowed and licked his lips. The back of his hand stroked your cheek.

“It’s wonderful.”

You turned your head and tried to ignore the heat rising in your face. “Oh? Even if it isn’t ham?”

Your husband’s smile was smooth as silk. He lifted his chin and beamed at you with arched scarlet eyes. “I don’t recall putting a qualifier on my statement.”

You froze for a moment as the heat spread to the tips of your ears. Swallowing down the giddy feeling threatening to overtake you, you hurriedly shoveled food into your mouth. It did little to hide the excited smile you so desperately tried to conceal.

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The general’s smile only seemed to widen, splitting his face like the demon he now claimed to be. He strolled around your bed, his black cape billowing behind him. The fluttering reminded you of a bat’s wings passing your ear in the night. It raised your hackles. As he moved from the shadows of the indoors into the light of the day, you half expected him to melt. It was disappointing when he didn’t even flinch.

“I see you’ve sharpened your tongue since I left,” he replied, taking one step too close to you for comfort.

You gritted your teeth, and refused to take a step back. Even in heels, you couldn’t match his ridiculous height. Towering over you only seemed to make him more cheerful. Somehow, the way he looked at you reminded you of a man looking at a barking puppy. It made you want to bite him again.

You nodded to the skull mask which rested atop his head. “I see you’ve deepened your delusions of grandeur since you left.”

If his smile stretched any wider it was going to tear his ears open. “They aren’t delusions if they are real.”

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As All For One’s massive hand reached out to you, it cast a dark shadow on your face. Like the black claws of a reaper, it blocked out all the light as it drifted nearer and nearer. The word “punishment” hit your brain like a brick to a glass, shattering any hopes you had that he would calm down from the apology alone. Your mind flew, managing to do an impressive array of rapid-fire calculations in the milliseconds it took for him to stretch out his arm. Lying on the bed, naked and afraid, you flashed back to the night he had raped you. There was little doubt in your mind that All For One’s frustrations would carry you down exactly the same path as before. All at once, the only thing you could think of that might save you from being eaten alive by the beast slipped from your trembling lips.

“At least let me put the collar back on!”

All For One froze, his fingers hovering mere centimeters from your head. At first, his brows furrowed as if he didn’t really understand the words. Then they raised until they wrinkled his forehead. Finally, as the full weight of your words hit both of you simultaneously, he grinned so wide it looked like his cheeks would tear. He tilted his chin up and stared down his nose at you.

You stared back. Your mind was numb as you realized what you had just asked for.

"My dear…”

Oh no…

“It occurs to me this might be my fault.”

Oh no no no…

“Perhaps I've kept you in the house too much today and that's why you're acting up."

Please don’t. For once in your life All For One, just please don’t.

Shigaraki clapped his large hands together in front of his face. His fingers folded over each other and he cocked his head in a sinister grin. Then he rubbed them vigorously and leaned forward until the tip of his nose was almost touching yours.

"Does the puppy want to go on a walk?"

Adrenaline tore through your blood like a spray of bullets. Your aching muscles surged to life. You were halfway off the bed when your husband caught you around the waist. You thrashed in his grip, slamming your fists on the mattress.

"LET ME GO!" you demanded in sheer panic.

"Aw… you really are in a mood aren't you?" he teased. The devil's breath tickled your ear. "There’s no need to get this worked up. I’ll get your collar and your ears and tail. The park should be quiet at this hour anyway. It’ll be just the thing to relax you.”

You stiffened in his arms. “What about my clothes?”

“Hm…?”

Your jaw dropped. “Clothes?” you begged.

Shigaraki cocked his head the other way and faked confusion so terribly it made you want to bite him. “Why would I force my pet to wear clothing? That’s practically animal abuse.” He reached under your chin and tickled you softly. “And I would never do that to my puppy.”

It was at that moment that you realized he truly believed every word that he said.

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You shook your head.

“He’s the one who washes his phone four times a day."

You raised an eyebrow. “Washes… his phone?”

Susaki nodded. “I mean it’s one of those waterproof Samsungs and he’s got it in a waterproof case, but it’s still pretty weird to see him soaping it up like a rubber ducky.” She crossed her arms. “You haven’t seen him do it?”

You shrugged. “I’ve only been here for two months. I haven’t seen all the doctors yet.”

Ikeda groaned and facepalmed. “Oh, you’ve seen him, all right.” She thumbed her hand down the hallway. “Remember the guy in the face shield who fired Nurse Imai last week cause she didn’t change her gloves after touching the doorknob?”

Your eyes went wide. You didn’t remember his face exactly. The black aura of menace that filled the hallway as he silently death stared her right out of the exam room? That you remembered quite clearly.

“He’s the young one that took over as head of the clinic since the founder disappeared two years ago,” Susaki explained. “He’s a double threat: Tokyo U Medical boarded in Dermatology with a PhD in microbiology.” She wagged her finger. “Sharp as a tack but a monster of a perfectionist."

“Everyone calls him Overhaul because when he showed up, he tore up all the infection protocols and put together the new standards we use now,” Ikeda groaned with a roll of her eyes. “And then he fired over half the staff for not being up to snuff.”

Susaki nodded. “Plus he’s got a mouth that would cut you to pieces.” She snorted. “I think the other doctors let him take over since they’re all just scared of him.”

“Supposedly, he comes from a yakuza family line,” Ikeda whispered.

Susaki bapped Ikeda on the head with her tablet. “Don’t say that at work. It’s slander if you’re wrong!” Then more quietly she added. “And what do you think would happen if it’s true?”

Ikeda laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head.

It was at that moment that a cold voice echoed down the hallway. You couldn’t quite hear what it was saying, but the hackles on the back of your neck stood on end. All three of you looked at each other and then rushed to the door of the office to gawk like a gaggle of hens.

Down the hall you could see a dark haired male nurse frozen solid in terror. Standing in front of him, staring like a panther at its prey, was a slender man in a white laboratory coat. His ivory tie was straight and crisp against the silk oxford shirt and black slacks. He wore a plastic face shield and dark n95 duckbill mask over his sculpted face. It reminded you of a beak. His eyes were a brilliant gold and as cold as metal. As he stalked towards the nurse, his voice was soft like silk covered steel.

"That one," Ikeda whispered.

The auburn brunette put his hands in his coat pocket. “I don’t understand what is so incredibly difficult about doing your job. Can you explain it to me?”

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Accepting the blood money. Enjoying the filthy things he did. Not even trying to escape no matter how many people he killed. Letting him manipulate and spin your world until you were the perfect little dollie who put up just enough resistance to keep him entertained. In that moment, as you sat upon the bed having had the most romantic, adorable meal of your life, the guilt you had been coping with for months spilled into your veins like toxic waste.

Now you were laying here on the edge of bringing a child into the world with a narcissistic megalomaniac bent on world domination just because the ass was phat?

What a stupid slut you were?

Clearly, a worthless, self-centered Jezebel with the moral standards of an alley cat in heat.

At least All For One lacked any soul. Here you were just stabbing yours in the back just to be bribed with some half-brewed "love" that was more like obsessive worship than anything remotely resembling respect.

Mother of the year, right here. You could hear it now:

"Mommy, why was I born?"

"Cause I stopped caring and learned to love being raped by your father like the trash heap whore I am."

No… No, not a whore.

Saiyuri got paid and got out. She was smart.

You were just a sugar baby skank cashing in and the only currency you needed was ego-stroking.

In that moment, as your brain hurled insult after soul-crushing insult, just wanted to die. Since you couldn’t articulate any of that, you just continued to cry until you were dry heaving into the blankets.

It was at that moment that Shigaraki's phone exploded into song. He looked from you to the caller ID and back again. Then he picked up the phone and wordlessly lifted it to his ear. As Katsumi summarized your fragile mental state, the grin on your husband's face stretched from ear to ear. His eyes turned jet black. The aura around him pulsed with radiant darkness that seemed to swallow all the goodness in the world like the maw of some great beast.

With a simple little push, All For One would have his victory.

He ended the call with a tap, held the power button until the screen went dead, tucked the phone in his jacket pocket, and stripped the coat off his shoulders. Silently, he folded it and laid it upon the floor beside the bed. Button by button, he removed his silk dress shirt and set it aside. Then All For One took three long breaths to settle his excitement. When he was some semblance of calm, he wrapped you in his arms and rubbed your back like he was trying to soothe a child’s tantrum.

"Hush now… why do you think such horrible things about yourself?" He lifted your chin and nuzzled his cold nose against the tip of yours. "You're not slut. After what you've been through you deserve to be loved."

Through blurry eyes and a burning face, you stared at the shape of the man before you. The swirling edges of his body seemed to curl into tall devil horns. He leaned by your ear pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before adding the words he knew you wanted to hear:

"And you would make an excellent mother.”

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He’s a very- calm yandere. He lets you wander about as you like, lets you see his work, and he does not attempt to discipline you. It’s a display of power though. If he wanted to hurt you he could. Kill you? He could. It only takes one escape attempt to lose all of your “privileges”.

It’s not like he’d hurt you. No, he loves you too much for that. He can’t lose you like that, but he has picked up on the habit of pulling you into his lap when he thinks about hurting you, leaving you on his thigh so he can calm himself.

Luckily, he’s often happy to sit with you on his lap. In fact he likely prefers just to hold you. To have these “soft” moments with you. He often whispers that he loves you, every time your head meets his shoulder he smiles and sighs, reaching up to stroke his hand over your back.

He’s gentle about moving you to his knee. Humming and wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you to him. Resting his head over yours and smiling to himself. He smelled of some expensive cologne, his suit scratching against your cheek as you lay against him. If you hadn’t been kidnapped just a few months ago, you would find it sweet.

His free hand will rub up and down your back as he snuggles closer. Only stopping to turn his head to leave a kiss on your face. He has that look on his face that tells you he’s about to start talking, and you brace yourself for whatever he wants to start spewing. Yet he always talks. Whispers to you what he has done for you. What he would do for you.

It makes you sick.

“I killed whats-his-face for you...” ah. There it is. More murder. That’s what he seems to enjoy anyways. It’s his favorite topic, really. Telling you about what he’s done in your name. Every time he opens his mouth to tell you what he’s done your stomach churns and twists, and he knows it gets under your skin.

Some old hero that happened to flirt with you, old friends and family, people you wished would come and save you- he would kill them all and brag about it. Expecting a “thank you” and praise to fall from your mouth.

You’re a new pro. Your name is almost non existent amongst the list of pros who have managed to make a name for themselves- has anyone even noticed you were gone by now? He assures you that no-one had noticed, and even if they did, they would not be able to save you.

You coughed into a closed fist and shook your head. “No! That’s not it.” A snarl broke on your lips. Your finger jabbed at him in fervent irritation. “You spent the whole week doing things just so you could prove you would be a good father!”

Shigaraki’s grin looked like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. “Did I now?”

The main course was flour-dredged blackfin seabass with a lemon butter sauce served on a bed of celery hearts. On top of it was sprinkled a light lemon zest for color. The breading was rich and crispy while the flesh was butter and flakey. It was clearly fresh as it lacked the fishy taste so common among poor seafood. The waiter set it down quietly and walked away from the argument as quickly as he could.

You started to tick things off on your fingers: “The nails weren’t about you or me! It was about showing me you could take care of a daughter.”

Shigaraki shrugged. “I’m not picky but I do like the idea of a little girl.” He tapped your nose. “I think I’d rather she have your face though. I’m rather partial to it.”

You wrinkled your brow and moved out of his reach. “And after all this time you conveniently just happened upon your favorite childhood book? Unlikely!” You ticked off the second finger. “You trotted out the book you used to read to your brother just to evoke that “family man” feeling, didn’t you?”

He rubbed his chin and flashed you a pleased look. “Well? Don’t you think I'd be good with children?"

You fanned your hand across your chest. “And the robe! There was no way you got that tailored that quick. It wasn’t an apology! You were already planning on giving it to me. That and cleaning the house. It was all to prove you’d be a good husband and help with the chores!”

Shigaraki nodded. “My goodness, you make me sound like such a crafty man.” He rested his elbows on the table and set his chin in his hands. “Do go on. I find this most entertaining.”

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