TW: Discussion of plans for future suicide

Midoriya saw the villain emerge from the swirling vortex, and he was out of his chair, his face inches from the screen. He didn't realize he was holding his breath; the phantom feeling of Shigaraki's hand on the front of his throat was only there for a second, quickly receding behind the newer information he had learned about the villain, the newer experiences. It might not have come up in his mind at all if it hadn't been for Shigaraki wrapping his arm like that around Denki from behind. It also might not have gone away so quickly if Denki didn't just relax into it like that. He didn't even flinch or tense up before correcting himself, and Midoriya wondered where exactly Denki had been all night while the Commission was scouring the city looking for him. He didn't realize his tear ducts had stopped their overproduction, the wetness drying and leaving salt tracks on his freckled cheeks as he stared wide eyed at the pixels that only barely made sense because of how close he was to the screen.

Todoroki's hands were on him, but not to pull him back. One cool palm was pressed to the back of his neck, grounding fingers scratching lightly at his scalp. The other was on his hip, warm fingertips providing near-bruising pressure, keeping him steady on his feet as his mind whirred with mixing and swirling emotions and ideas. Most of his attention was on the screen, with only a bit of his consciousness reserved for making sure he wasn't muttering, giving anything away about the League or Denki that he should have no way of knowing.

When Denki was pulled through the warp gate, Midoriya didn't stick around to see what the conjecture was or listen to any commentary about what had just occurred. With a flutter of papers from him using his quirk to hasten his exit, he was gone.

"Endeavor—"

"Go," Endeavor heaved with a sigh. "There's nothing we can do for Chargebolt right now, and we sure as hell aren't volunteering to help the HPSC."

Endeavor was graced with one of Todoroki's rare smiles, and it was even more rare because it was directed at him. Endeavor just hoped that Todoroki could reign in Midoriya before he did anything stupid.

Todoroki calmly entered their apartment, not stopping his slow progression or speeding up when he heard a crash and a muttered curse coming from the library.

Of course, it was the library. He knew exactly where he'd find Midoriya as soon as he took off. Endeavor was tense, probably thinking that Midoriya was going to try to hunt down the League of Villains and wrestle Denki back from them no matter what it took, but Todoroki knew better. As soon as Denki was back with the heroes, he'd be at risk from the Hero Public Safety Commission trying to get their claws back into him. So, he knew Midoriya would be doing the next best thing.

Midoriya had his hero merch collections spread throughout their spacious apartment. The library is where the Chargebolt collection was kept.

"As you all know," Midoriya was saying into the camera, "I keep an extensive collection from my favorite heroes, including the one and only Chargebolt!"

"Are you doing a live broadcast?" Todoroki asked from the doorway as Midoriya panned over his collection that he had spread out along the floor and shelves for easier viewing via camera.

Midoriya verbally answered an affirmative while quickly signing as best as he could with one hand, 'the more positive publicity right now, the better.'

Todoroki hummed, stepping backwards from the room to go to the kitchen to help add to the narrative that Midoriya was trying to create to help bury the one that the Commission was surely trying to release.

"And this is the limited-edition poster that was only available during two weeks in December when it was Chargebolt's turn to be featured after our first sports festival," Midoriya was explaining when Todoroki came back in.

Todoroki slotted himself in the center of the figurines and held up a fork that he had just snagged from the kitchen drawer that had just been washed and put away the night prior after dinner.

Midoriya gave him a questioning look, but centered the camera on him, nonetheless.

"And this is the fork that I stabbed Chargebolt with—" Todoroki said, gesturing toward the fork with the grace of a hand model.

"What? No, it's not!" Midoriya objected, a laugh bubbling up from his throat.

He could see it now, everyone scrambling to figure out why Pro Hero Deku objected to the idea that that specific fork was the one that was used to stab Pro Hero Chargebolt, and not that Pro Hero Chargebolt was ever stabbed with a fork by Pro Hero Shouto in the first place.

"I'll just put a little ketchup on it, Deku," Todoroki deadpanned. "No one will know. How would they know? How would they know?"

Midoriya quickly thumbed at the screen on his phone and added the relevant TikTok sound, much to Todoroki's delight.

They were quite the team.

Midoriya looked closer at his screen and threw his head back, laughing. "Pro Hero Earphone Jack commented that we might be able to get an authentic one when we see Chargebolt again. After being with the League of Villains, Pro Hero Shouto will want to be sure he's not a clone…"

Todoroki looked at his fork thoughtfully as he twirled it in his hand, wondering if that happened if Midoriya would actually take the fork out of commission and put it with the rest of the collection, and how much it would be worth if he had it appraised by a memorabilia expert.

Midoriya cackled again before reciting, "Ingenium commented that that was inappropriate, and now is not the time for joking but admitted that it was a good strategy. Pro Hero Can't Stop Twinkling would like to remind us to not skip the fork in the toaster step because Toga being Chargebolt is still a real possibility—" Midoriya choked on his spit, coughing before regaining his composure and continuing, "as you might have seen from the epic failure that was Tartarus's attempt at containing Chargebolt. Oh! Oh, guys! That's so funny! You can't—Oh! Cellophane says that was an epic burn, and Ground Zero says speaking of burns, as long as Shouto skips actually burning the toast beyond recognition this time, the strategy just might work out."

Todoroki huffed good-naturedly, and Midoriya braced himself. "Well, you can tell Ground Zero that—"

Midoriya wisely muted the phone and directed the camera elsewhere in the library, just in case any lip reading experts were watching.

"Grape Juice wants to know what Shouto just said… I'll put it in the group chat later," Midoriya promised in a conspiratorial whisper. Most of them could use their imaginations, though, based on the image of Shouto sitting smugly next to the fork that was stabbed into the carpet next to him instead of in his hand when he was back in frame.

"Real Steel commented that he just wants to know what the heck was happening in the Class A dorms. And… yeah, that seems to be the general consensus among our former Class B classmates."

None of the Pro Heroes commented the lack of participation from Pro Heroes Phantom Thief and Mindjack. The comments from civilians who did were promptly ignored.

-.-.-

Detective Tsukauchi didn't like to be involved with the Hero Public Safety Commission. It really only gave him satisfaction that the feeling was mutual, so he wondered who fucked up and how when he got the urgent request that he was needed for interrogation. The answer was a lot of people fucked up in a lot of ways, apparently. At least, that's what he figured as he looked through the one-way glass to two adjacent interrogation rooms, one holding Pro Hero Mindjack, the other, Pro Hero Phantom Thief.

When he was debriefed, he just kind of shook his head in wonderment at the stupidity of the whole situation. Instead of just admitting to a mistake and letting Chargebolt out of Tartarus when it was realized, they doubled down, causing Chargebolt to break out of Tartarus. They say that he was not at risk of losing his life, but maybe they forgot who they were talking to, because that was an outright lie. After he broke out, they could have called it even and moved on, but they decided to double down and go after him for breaking out of prison… yes, the very same prison he wasn't supposed to be in in the first place.

So, they arrange for not only that hero to be captured, but also both of his boyfriends as well, just in case they were thinking of—what? Badmouthing the Commission? Hiding the boyfriend, which wouldn't have happened yet anyway if everything would have been successful?

So, now they have two Pro Heroes to be interrogated without a real reason to interrogate them and nothing to hold them on or over their heads. And somehow, it's Tsukauchi's assigned job to find something to hold them on.

The detective hummed, unimpressed, snatching the folders out of the hands of the anxious officer who did not want to be the one to interrogate the Pro Heroes who looked more pissed off by the moment as they were left to simmer in their thoughts.

Good thing that Tsukauchi's real job is to find the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. And who's to say that he really has to dig that far, considering that these two shouldn't even be here in the first place?

When he entered, Hitoshi's hardened glare softened. He sighed, resigned, as he slumped in his chair, no longer holding his rigid posture, allowing his head to rest against the metal table, his forehead coming into contact with a quiet thud.

"Hey, troublemaker," Tsukauchi greeted with an easygoing smile.

Despite the circumstances, it is always nice to see Hitoshi.

Hitoshi jolted back up and shot the detective a scandalized look. "I am no such thing!"

Lie.

Hitoshi smiled, knowing what his answer registered as before Tsukauchi had time to accuse him of anything. Tsukauchi smiled back.

"How's the family?"

"Great! Eri's getting really sassy. You know pre-teens. She still thinks I'm really cool, so far, though, so I've been spared."

Truth.

"Aizawa?"

"She finally agrees with me that he's a prude," Hitoshi informed with a serious nod.

Tsukauchi barked out a laugh and pressed the button underneath the table, and an officer was opening the door within seconds to figure out what he wanted.

"Bring Phantom Thief over here. I'll talk to both at the same time."

"Uh, that's—"

"Are you trying to waste even more of my time?"

"No, sir. Right away, sir."

Hitoshi whistled as the door swung closed, the officer disappearing from view. "They didn't even move that fast when they were breaking our door down and invading our apartment. Maybe someday I'll have as much sway as you."

"I think you'd be surprised how much you already have," the detective said. "They're sweating buckets out there at the thought of talking to you—to either of you—because they don't have Chargebolt to hold over your heads to get you anxious enough to make any mistakes, and you and they both know it."

Hitoshi smiled, and it was a wicked smile. The officer who opened the door to directed Neito inside almost turned around again. He had to remind himself that Tsukauchi was doing them a huge favor, though he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild at what kind of favor he was doing that their intended victim—suspect, he quickly corrected in his mind—was smiling in such a way.

"Did you know that he was going to be taken by the League of Villains from the studio this morning?"

"No."

Truth.

It was actually pretty easy to get around Tsukauchi's quirk, especially when he was not in the mood to deal with digging around when those being questioned shouldn't be questioned in the first place.

This was Plan F. There were many plans and sub-plans and counterplans; they couldn't be sure until one was enacted which one would actually pan out. So, no, they didn't know. Not for sure, anyway. They knew it was a possibility, but Tsukauchi didn't ask that, did he?

"If you're released from here, are you going to go to Chargebolt?"

"No."

Truth.

That's not in the plan. Obviously, the Hero Public Safety Commission is going to be watching them closely, so they won't be able to just drop everything and go see their soulmate whenever they want. It's hilarious knowing that the Commission agents will tail them anyway, wasting time and resources following two Pro Heroes, making fools of themselves to the public.

"Did you have anything to do with what happened this morning?"

With no warning, Neito wailed. "The first time he was taken, I felt like such a failure. We were so, so lucky to get him back! Now you want to sit here and interrogate us after we are reliving this nightmare once again? What kind of cruel twist of fate—?!"

Hitoshi threw a look at Tsukauchi that was halfway between a plead and a glare, wrapping his arm around Neito's shoulder as Neito collapsed against his soulmate for comfort. "Neito was there when Denki was taken the first time. I wasn't because I wasn't transferred into the heroic track until after the training camp happened. Neito went against the villains there, basically single-handedly. They were after Bakugou, you know? And Neito made sure they didn't get him. Denki was just collateral damage that Neito didn't see coming because the villains didn't plan to take him. They were just grabbing whoever else they came across as they went. So, we'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from accusing us of putting Denki in danger."

Tsukauchi felt the heaviness increase as statement after statement rang true. He ignored the fact that they dodged the question he had asked.

"… Is Chargebolt okay?"

"We don't know."

Truth.

At that very moment, Denki could be very, very sad that his soulmates were being held and interrogated. In fact, he probably was. He was also probably pretty anxious about the next steps he would be taking. There was no turning back, after all. So, it really depended on how well the League was distracting him at that very moment if he was 'okay' or not, but neither Hitoshi nor Neito had access to their phones, so it was true that they did not know.

The Hero Public Safety Commission wasn't pleased when the detective declared that he saw no reason to hold or even continue to monitor the two Pro Heroes.

The detective and the two Pro Heroes were not pleased when the Hero Public Safety Commission decided to enact their right to place them both under a 72-hour psychiatric hold as a last hail Mary, just to torture them a bit longer before they absolutely had to let them free.

Hitoshi and Neito were separated once again to wait for the ambulance to come to transport them to their new destination for the next three days.

It was uncanny to watch for the guard stationed outside of the rooms, able to look through the one-way mirrors at both heroes at the same time. They both faced each other, and from where he stood, he could almost imagine that there was no wall in between them, and that they were looking directly at one another.

"City sidewalks," Hitoshi started to sing suddenly.

"Busy sidewalks," Neito answered easily.

"Dressed in holiday style."

"In the air, there's a feeling of Christmas."

"Children laughing."

"People passing."

"Meeting smile after smile."

"And on every street corner, you'll hear…"

The guard was startled out of his thoughts of why the duo would be singing a Christmas song when it was only September when they started to sing a completely different song, and together this time instead of taking turns. He didn't know if they were trying to make it seem creepy and broken by only singing certain lyrics, but if they were, they were succeeding. He shivered in the hallway.

"Jingle—Jingle—Jingle—the way. Oh what—it is to—"

The ambulance came and the heroes were not separated again.

-.-.-

Denki hummed, pacing the room in front of the television that was turned off. He sat down on the couch, drummed his fingertips on his lap, and promptly sprung back up to make a few more laps around the room.

"You seem nervous," Uretori stated. Denki barely spared her a glance until she offered, "I could give you something to take your mind off of it."

He stopped in his tracks and stared openly at her. "Are you offering some LSD magic?"

She was quick to force down her smile. "If that's what you want to call it."

"And if I have a bad trip?"

"Then it will be doubly distracting," she said with a shrug.

Denki cackled, shaking out his arms as if to shake off the excess nervous energy.

"Hey!" Isozan objected, coming into the room to toss Denki a bottle of water. "You always get on my ass whenever I want to participate!"

She shrugged. "I don't have anything else to offer."

"Damn!" Denki yelled, making the siblings startle. "I need to get to work on raising the self-esteem in here by at least ten levels! I've never—"

Denki's phone chirped, and he pulled it out to see that he had a notification on TikTok that someone had duetted his video. He mindlessly clicked on it and saw Uravity's official account pop up. Next to the original dance trend video of Uraraka, Bakugou, and himself that was years old was the new duet video of Uravity, Mount Lady, and Midnight doing the same dance. The caption read, "can't wait to do this again, Chargebolt! Let's see how many people will join us!"

And just like that, an old trend was revived. Soon, the original video was a speck with how many people were duetting, adding on to the ever-growing chain.

Denki scrolled through the videos of the new trending tags and was humbled by the attention.

There were media blackout tags to overthrow the Hero Commission's attempt to paint Chargebolt in a negative light.

#TakeCharge #AntiCorruption #ProRehabProHeroes #ChargeboltSavedMeStoryTime

There were pleas for the League of Villains to release Denki unharmed.

#PleaseLOV #FreeChargebolt #TheLightSideHasCookiesToo #DoesVillainMeanEvil #ChargeboltThinksNot

There were conspiracy theorists that rivaled Shouto.

#WhereIsHawksAnyway #LOVSecretHeroes #LOVAlreadyElectrocutedDead #ChargeboltInHiding #DabiSecretSonOfNumberOneHero #ISaidWhatISaid #ChargeboltHasASoulmate #IAmTheSoulmate #ChargeboltHasTwoSoulmates #ChargeboltHasThreeSoulmates #ChargeboltHasFourSoulmates #EveryoneIsChargeboltsSoulmate

There were also some haters, as would be expected.

#ChildishChargebolt #CapriciousChargebolt #CrazyChargebolt #RehabDoesntWork #WhereIsTheJustice

When Denki saw #PutAForkInHim trending when he typed in 'Chargebolt,' curiosity got the better of him. That's how he found Deku's live stream going over his merch and Shouto's input with the fork story.

Denki was so overwhelmed with the immediately and absolute support from his friends and fans that he didn't realize that a group had gathered around him to watch with him until Dabi burst into laughter.

"Shouto really did that?" he asked between heaving breaths.

Denki nodded, smiling as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. At that point, he wasn't sure if the tears were from laughing along with Dabi and the others or from the overwhelming sensation of the unconditional support he was receiving.

"Damn! That was a close one, then!" Toga said, slotting her chin on Denki's shoulder so she could see the screen better. "Good thing I got out of there before he enacted that plan of his!"

"I thought for sure he'd catch on," Denki said.

Hell, maybe he had. Maybe multiple others already knew the gist of what was going on, and that's how all of his friends were able to keep all of the media output so positive instead of pleading for his safe return. Or maybe that was just their blind faith in him. Or maybe it was because they knew they didn't have the fact that he was just a kid anymore to fall back on, to appeal to the human side of the villains if they still did possess that side to them anymore.

"Oh, shit!" Denki exclaimed, dropping his phone to clatter across the floor like it had burned him. "Can they track me through my phone?"

Twice outright laughed. Spinner managed to hold back a little and just snorted before explaining that they had included Denki's electronics in their dealings with other villains who specialized in making it impossible to track things back when they had first taken him hostage.

Twice sighed whimsically. "Ah, the good bad ol' days."

"That shit was stressful!" Dabi argued with Hawks enthusiastically nodding along. "The one who updates our technology is from Razor's group, actually," he added, directed toward Denki.

"Razor!" Denki exclaimed with a bright smile as he stood back up after retrieving his phone from the floor. "I haven't heard about him in forever! He's really been laying low, huh?"

"He's one of the villains your soulmates ran into in the tunnels," Hawks said, falling onto the couch and pulling Dabi down with him. "He's been active, just really good at not being tracked, which really goes to show how good they are at covering their tracks."

"After teaming up with them, we've never had a problem with our technology," Toga said, allowing herself to melt over the back of the couch to fall on top of Dabi and Hawks, who both just allowed it to happen, and maybe even expected it.

Everyone had been a little more touchy-feely, especially with Dabi, Hawks, and Shigaraki. There was some unspoken tension among the three. It wasn't obvious, but everyone could just kind of feel it.

"We should have looked into something like that," Uretori said thoughtfully, turning toward Isozan to see him mirroring her inquisitive look.

"Could've, would've, should've," he said dismissively with a shrug, though it was interesting to think about how different their situation might have been if they had had the resources and powerful connections to hide themselves through targeted quirks rather than the old-fashioned way.

"Denki," Shigaraki called from the hallway.

Everyone stilled and looked in his direction. It reminded Denki of when he first entered the League's space, and everyone was terrified of Shigaraki. If Shigaraki entered a room, everyone would keep their attention on him, waiting for his wrath to be turned onto them. This attention had a different flavor to it, however. This was an anticipatory kind of attention, waiting for Shigaraki to just tell them what was wrong so that they could make it all better, waiting for Shigaraki to slip up to give them a hint so they could figure out what was wrong for themselves if he wouldn't just tell them straight out.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Can I talk to you?" Denki mocked as he got up to follow Shigaraki, "asked the man who saved my life on live television thirty minutes ago."

The tension in the room eased. It usually did when Shigaraki had Denki around to ease out the rough edges, even after he had started to withdraw and become more tense.

"Is it something we did?" Dabi had tried to ask Shigaraki when Hawks and himself had successfully cornered him two weeks prior. "Are we making you feel left out?"

"No," he had said immediately, and it seemed honest enough, though tinged with pain, like he was hoping that his melancholy attitude wouldn't be noticed by or affect his lovers in any way, but that was its own kind of insult by itself. "Nothing like that."

"I need your help, and I don't know who else to ask," Shigaraki said quietly after closing the door tightly, nails already raking down his neck giving away his anxiety.

"Well, what's a hero for?" Denki said, dropping all pretenses of joking tones from his voice. "I'll help you with whatever you need."

Shigaraki dropped his hand from his neck and just kind of looked at Denki, really looked at him.

Shigaraki took a deep, steading breath, and just came out with it.

"I'm going to kill myself."

Denki blinked at him a few times. Shigaraki noted that he was careful to not let any surprise show on his face, but he wasn't sure if that made him feel reassured or even more nervous than before.

Denki turned and made his way over to Shigaraki's bed, planting himself on it before patting the space next to him, an invitation for Shigaraki to join him. Shigaraki did. He couldn't think of a time where he had felt more vulnerable than right then, sitting with crossed legs on top of his navy blue blanket, a Pro Hero mirroring him a foot away, ready to hear all of his sins and confessions.

Shigaraki was just grateful that Denki was willing to hear him out. He knew he had made the right decision. Denki was always the right decision.

"I was thinking something quiet. Something where I wouldn't be found, but I don't know if that would be worse for them—having no closure. Would they continue to hope? I really don't want that. I want them to move on, but I don't really want them to ever see me like that, either—"

Denki reached out a hand and placed it firmly on Shigaraki's shoulder, causing Shigaraki to stop and take a breath. Denki nodded. "Can you start from the beginning? I don't understand why you're feeling this way, especially when it seems like you don't really want to go…?"

Shigaraki let out a watery laugh and nodded, dropping his head to rub roughly at his eyes before sitting up straight again, shaking his head as if to shake off his sadness before explaining.

"Two weeks ago, Kurogiri told me that I'm not my mas—All For One's successor, but rather his intended vessel," Shigaraki practically hissed, half in anger, half in pain at being so thoroughly fooled for so long. "He's going to take over my body once the time is right. I don't know when exactly that time will be, but I'm guessing it's coming up. I—I can't allow that to happen. Even if I was the most loyal follower in the world… seeing me, but it not really being me… that would kill Dabi and Hawks. It would, wouldn't it?"

"It would," Denki conceded quietly, honestly. "They love you so much."

Shigaraki sighed, relieved that someone else could confirm that they love him as much as he loves them. He could see it every day, but it was different, more tangible when someone else on the outside of the relationship could confirm it so confidently.

"I can't do that to them. I've tried imaging if it was one of them, and it would hurt me so, so much. I'm not stupid," Shigaraki insisted before Denki could even say anything, not that Denki was going to, but just in case. "I've imagined what it would feel like if they were in my position and they chose to take their own life instead, and this hurts, too. But… This way, at least they won't have to look at what could have been every day."

Denki didn't want to sound rude, but he felt like he was missing the point, so he had to ask, "why tell me about this?"

"I don't know when he's planning to take over my body," Shigaraki reminded him. "If he does before I get the chance to… well, then I'll need a backup plan."

Denki choked on air for a few seconds before coughing to clear his lungs. "You want me to kill you?"

"It wouldn't be me anymore," Shigaraki said firmly. "If I'm too late, it would be All For One. Not me."

A million thoughts whirred through Denki's head, a million different scenarios, a million different potential outcomes.

"You know what?" Denki said, causing Shigaraki to perk up at the uptick in Denki's voice. "It's not very heroic of me, but I've wanted to end him since I first heard him through that stupid television. You just worry about enjoying your time with your soulmates, and you leave the rest to me."

Shigaraki looked at Denki doubtfully.

"What?" Shigaraki asked. "You think he'll be easier to defeat once he's newly placed in my body or something?"

"That's exactly what I think, because you seem to think it, too," Denki declared easily.

Shigaraki blinked at him because he wasn't wrong.

"If he is, and that's a big if, then he might not let anyone know that the transfer even took place," Shigaraki said.

A laugh burst through Denki's lips unwillingly, and Denki apologized through his laughter. "Sorry! Sorry! It's just—you're so you, Shigaraki. There's no way that someone like him could ever—I have no doubt that I would be able to easily tell when the switch is made. Especially now that I know such a switch is possible and is being planned."

Shigaraki started off nodding slowly as Denki talked but picked up speed as he went. Denki was a very observant person, and they had the element of surprise on their side because All For One didn't know that Kurogiri warned Shigaraki ahead of time.

Shigaraki felt some weight lift from his shoulders, but it was replaced with a different kind.

"I don't want Dabi and Hawks to hate you after I'm gone."

Denki smiled. "You don't think that they wouldn't also be able to tell right away?"

"You can't tell them!" Shigaraki objected.

"My point still stands," Denki insisted. "Even if no one had any idea, they would be able to tell that you were no longer you."

Shigaraki nodded and offered a small smile to Denki. He really hoped so, but he felt selfish as soon as the thought crossed his mind. He just wanted to be loved so fully with what little time he had left, and then be forgotten as soon as he was no more. Was that really so much to ask for?

Denki perked up as his eyes shot to the wall in concentration. "Sorry, boss man. The soulmates are sending messages now. Seems like they're being interrogated by the Hero Commission."

Shigaraki nodded. "Yeah, we saw that one coming."

Denki smiled wider before singing broken lyrics to a popular Christmas song, filling in the missing pieces to what his soulmates were singing to him, Shigaraki imagined.

"Bells… Bells… All… Fun… Ride…"

"Hey, Shigaraki," Denki said, turning his bright smile in his direction. "Do you want to make a TikTok with me and help clear up some confusion for the masses?"

Shigaraki smiled his first real smile in days. He was ready to live in the present once again, and what better way than to allow Denki to pull him into the spotlight with him?

Besides, what better way to buy more time with Dabi and Hawks than to have a bunch of eyes on him at all times? The more eyes on him to notice any changes, the more time All For One might hold off on enacting his nefarious plan that completely fucks over Shigaraki's life.

A/N: Songs used in this chapter:

Silver Bells

Jingle Bells