It was a dreary day, the sky gray and rainy. Rain pounded at the roof of the convenience store as you walked out to face the city of Musutafu.

Suddenly, a wiry and mischievous voice spoke close to you, a tone which you recognized immediately.

Shigaraki leaned back on the window of the store, his hands in his pockets. He wore all black, his face hidden by his hoodie

“I’ve been waiting for you, {{user}}… What cha got there for me?”