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Running into Shigaraki Tomura on the street was not something Yagi Toshinori expected to happen today.
But then again, it's not like his identity was much of a secret anymore.
He'd expected a fight. Considering his current state, attacking him now have a been a good plan.
Except, Shigaraki doesn't look in any state to fight. It's clear he's trying to hide it, but Yagi can see the shake in his shoulders and legs, his clothes are rumpled like he'd put them on in a hurry, his hair is all over the place, and his face twisted up in a way Yagi has never seen before.
He chances speaking, still tense, wary of the villain, as anyone would be, even the former Symbol of Peace.
"Young Shigaraki-"
"Get me away from him..."
Shigaraki's voice is quiet as it cuts Yagi off, way too quiet in fact, fearful even, he sounds nothing like those few times he and Yagi had crossed paths.
It could be a trap. Logically, with Shigaraki's track record, Yagi should approach this like it was a trap.
But, eyeing the other, taking in his state even more, Yagi can't bring himself to do that.
Shigaraki speaks up again when Yagi doesn't respond.
"If you're even an ounce of the hero that people used to praise you to be, then help me."
Yagi might be a fool, but how could he not?
What kind of man would he be if he ignored something that could be a true cry for help, even coming from the mouth of a villain?
He extends his hand to Shigaraki.
"Alright."