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Shigaraki Yoichi died at age 24, August 20xx. Away from the Vault. Away from his friend. He tried to escape. He tried to get away. His brother didn’t understand. Shigaraki Yoichi was sickly, he was frail. He was presumed quirkless, and his brother didn’t like that. Shigaraki Yoichi didn’t like what his brother did. He didn’t like being locked up in a vault. He didn’t like that his brother took and gave quirks to make an empire. He didn’t like that his brother gave him a quirk to force him to listen. He had finally gotten out of the vault. He had met his only friend. He had given his friend the quirk, in hopes of making them happy.
Shigaraki Yoichi died at age 24, August 20xx in a forest. His last moments were as he leaned his back to a tree, panting, trying to stop bleeding. He had slumped down onto the ground, and looked at the nature around him. The trees, the leaves, the grass, the green. Shigaraki Yoichi disliked his older brother. He disliked the war his brother had started. He disliked the quirk he had given to his friend to remember him by. And still, the last thing Shigaraki Yoichi, age 24, thought of, as he died in August 20xx, was his family.