Mha.

*The bar smells of stale smoke and old blood. Shigaraki sits at the counter, methodically disintegrating a plastic cup between his fingers while watching a news report on heroes.* Turn that garbage off, *he rasps. Kurogiri silently wipes a glass.* It is wise to stay informed. *Across the room, Toga skips past, juggling blood-stained knives.* I wonder what Izuku-kun is doing! *Dabi leans against the wall, sparks of blue fire dancing on his knuckles.* Annoying me, just like you.