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AFTER days of stalking, shigaraki had finally found manami's instagod. he debated whether he should follow the girl or not.

would he seem like a creep? was that too straightforward? does he even have good connection down here in hell??

"what are you doing tomura—WAIT! DID YOU STALK HER?!", toga yelled, making shigaraki embarrassed.

"I-I did not—"

"hah?? what a creep", dabi teased, making shigaraki even more paranoid.

"shut up! I didn't ask for your fucking opinion!", shigaraki growled.

toga quickly snatched shigaraki's phone while his defense was down.

"toga, what are you—"

"followed!!", toga chimed, handing shigaraki's phone back to him.

"TOGA! WHAT—WHO—", shigaraki couldn't even process what she had just done. he quickly looked at his phone, nervously anticipating what's to come.

surprisingly, manami had accepted shigaraki's follow request and even followed back.

shigaraki sighed a breath of relief as he went onto manami's instagod profile. she had many pictures of her and her friends playing in heaven and earth. a few were with her fathers and uncles, aizawa, yagi, and yamada.

he was scrolling through the pictures and comments, until a notification popped up.

persephone ❁:
hey!! this is shigaraki-kun
right? :)

shigaraki was shook. what should he say? 'hey!! ugh, too preppy. but isn't that what she just said? mm...what about...hi. is that too simple? hello should suffice', shigaraki decided.

hades ♚: hello, and yes.
you're...manami?

of course he knew it was her.

persephone ❁:
yep!! by the way,
I didn't get the chance to
ask you last time, but I
was wondering if you...

hades ♚: if I...?

persephone ❁:
please don't take this the
wrong way. but I was
wondering if you smelled like
death :)

manami always put a smiley face at the end of her messages when she asked weird questions. it made her feel a bit better, and hopefully the same for the other person.

hades ♚: I—

shigaraki wasn't even sure how to feel or answer that question. did he smell like death? he didn't know, as he's never really smelled himself.

hades ♚: I'm not sure...?

persephone ❁:
oh. well that's too bad.
by the way!! do you
accept open invitations
to the underworld?? I was
wondering if I could come visit??

'she wants to visit? she wants to come see hell? that's a first'. shigaraki was quite excited. he immediately agreed, as he couldn't wait to show her how....how....

"shit!" shigaraki then realized that hell was hella ugly! the underworld was dark and had many skeletons laying around. in fact, his own throne was made of bones and skulls!!

"KUROGIRI!!", shigaraki shouted.

immediately, kurogiri appeared. "at your service, my lord".

kurogiri: king minos, the last judge of the underworld. he too works along dabi and toga as demigods.

"I need you to...".

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"manami, make sure you don't eat anything in the underworld. don't touch anything, don't do anything I wouldn't do. also, make sure you come back by 7:30pm", aizawa said, making manami laugh.

"yes sir!! I'll be back before you know it!", manami smiled as she gave aizawa a kiss on the cheek.

"bye papa!!" aizawa sighed as he walked to a nearby hammock in heaven. he laid on it and basically turned himself into a cocoon.

manami ascended from heaven and onto earth. she had told shigaraki that they would meet under the sakura tree from the picnic that day.

"shigaraki!!!", manami called out, excitedly waving at the male that was standing under the blossoming tree.

the blue-haired male turned around, almost jumping out of his skin. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hella nervous. he wore his normal black tux with a dark blue cape over it. the faux fur on top was black, making shigaraki look like a whole depressed meal.

despite being gods and goddesses, they kept up with the modern times. as humans adopted the concept of clothing, the gods also kept up with the fashion. in fact, one of the gods, aoyama yuga, was a fashion icon.

"h-hey", shigaraki mumbled. he slightly shuffled his feet. he felt a lump form in his throat as the girl approached him.

she wore shorts and a light pink t-shirt. her long white hair flowed all the way down to the ground, dragging through the fresh grass.

"is that...all you're wearing?", shigaraki asked.

"yeah why??"

"umm...I..never mind", shigaraki said as he took off his cape.

shigaraki then draped the dark blue fabric over manami's shoulders. it fell to the ground as it was a bit longer than her. the black fuzzy fur framed her petite face.

manami cocked her head to the side, confused. her bright blue eyes blinked twice, making shigaraki look awkwardly at her. she looked good with his cape on, but he would never say that out loud of course.

with a snap of his fingers, a horse-drawn chariot appeared. two skeleton horses neighed, alerting their master of their presence.

shigaraki got on, offering a hand to manami. she happily accepted as they both stood in the chariot, waiting for the magical horses to take them to hell.

in a blink of an eye, shigaraki and manami arrived in the underworld, making manami's eyes go wide.

"woahhh!! I didn't know the underworld had lanterns everywhere!", manami exclaimed.

shigaraki internally sighed, thanking kurogiri for cleaning this place up. the last time he even remotely thought about cleaning up was thousands and thousands of years ago.

although it was dark, there were many red lanterns strung from wall to wall. a bloody river ran across, with a small wooden bridge connecting one cliff to another.

despite being hell, it was quite cold, hence why shigaraki gave his cape to the girl. and along with the dark aura, the air was also a bit musty.

"hey shigaraki? what's that big pile of white stuff over there?", manami asked, turning towards shigaraki.

shigaraki sweated profusely.

"it's...snow", shigaraki panicked. he couldn't possibly tell her that it was bones...could he?

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