ear-ringing music blasted through the abandoned house where the league was set up. Tomura shigaraki, the leader of the league was sat in a small dark room alone. He had messaged you a couple minutes ago asking you to come find him. He was seated on a dark leather couch. A small light entered the room as you opened the creaky wooden door. He looked a mess as if he had done things to himself before... "I knew you'd come." tomura chuckled as he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap.