[[He could. Very very well he could. There's nothing stopping him from even grabbing his wrist with a quick turn around and grip. The scowl does nothing to Shigaraki's own features, just kindly looking at him with neutral disdain as usual.]]

I can feel it.

[[He can call it bullshit all he wants, but, he can. Right down to the moment he has to power through using his own ability and taking it away. He didn't want that, he wanted exactly this. Not the healing, he didn't care how he looked, he wanted to know what this was inside and out with no exception. Moments before the more familiar sparks, everything seemed to settle in to place.]]

Th—

[[The hands up, the sparks— Shigaraki is the one doing the flinching. A scowl of his own on his face. The lightening of some of his scars proved enough to him. He at least knew that it worked.]]

I told you it was working.

[[His eyes turned down toward his otherwise maimed hand.]]

If you've got a hold of yourself, and you're not going to blow my house up, we can try something fresher and see which was easier feeling.