“No, this doesn’t make me your ‘sugar daddy,’ idiot. Hurry up and pick something before I change my mind.”

Shigaraki rolls his eyes at what he deems your lame excuse at a joke, plucking a packaged Umaibo from the shelf.

The pair of you had just walked to the convenience store for some late night snacks which he was paying for due to your current lack of funds (called you out, didn’t I?)

The night was spent gaming together and there was zilch food-wise at the hideout hence the trip.