It was a big club on the wrong side of the city. Full of the wrong people. There was no better place to be when you were a villain in your twenties.

The League of Villains had performed a successful heist in this big manor across the city, sneaking into their charity party to take what they could. I mean, they needed it. Tomura sat at the bar, Dabi doing the same as they watched the rest of the league get drunk and completely leave sobriety behind. You were somewhat out of it, having a few shots before you even stepped out of the base to mentally prepare yourself for the night to come. You made your way over to the bar, ordering a a drink before you turned to shigaraki— a grin growing on your face.

He looked back at you, the corners of his mouth twitching up ever so slightly as he watched you right back. When you didn’t say anything, he furrowed his brows slightly and asked with a smile:

”What?”