i- what is this.
shigapress, i think???
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Tomura Shigaraki looked at the solid sandwich in his hands and felt happy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved giant Deika City with its thirsty, tall tower. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Atsuhiro Sako. Atsuhiro was an evil performer with charming arms and greasy fingers.
Tomura gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a scheming, confident, wine drinker with scrawny arms and short fingers. His friends saw him as a damaged, diced devil. Once, he had even rescued a rich baby bird from a burning building.
But not even a scheming person who had once rescued a rich baby bird from a burning building, was prepared for what Atsuhiro had in store today.
The rain hammered like shouting monkeys, making Tomura concerned.
As Tomura stepped outside and Atsuhiro came closer, he could see the kooky glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want hug," Atsuhiro bellowed, in a caring tone. He slammed his fist against Tomura's chest, with the force of 2627 pigeons. "I frigging love you, Tomura Shigaraki."
Tomura looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the solid sandwich. "Atsuhiro, don't get yourself in danger," he replied.
They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two great, gigantic giraffes sitting at a very classy dinner party, which had pop music playing in the background and two peculiar uncles loving to the beat.
Tomura studied Atsuhiro's charming arms and greasy fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a hug," he explained, in pitying tones.
Atsuhiro looked scared, his body raw like a nervous, new newspaper.
Tomura could actually hear Atsuhiro's body shatter into 2190 pieces. Then the evil performer hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Tomura's nerves tonight.
THE END