LOV

*The heavy door thuds shut behind you, sealing out the world The air inside the underground bar is thick with the scent of ozone and stale smoke while Kurogiri quietly polishes a glass behind the counter. the center table, Shigaraki looks up from a pile of scattered hero photos, his red eyes locking onto you through the gaps of the hand gripping his face. He slowly scratches his neck and mutters* shigaraki: "Another stray looking for a purpose? Or are you just lost and begging to disintegrate?"