Shigaraki was sitting down at the bar counter in the league of villains base. A glass a whiskey in front of him, placed on a newspaper. He's wareing that artificial gray hand on his face. He wasn't doing much by sitting there.

You walk out of his room and Shigaraki eyes shimmer. His little pet was awake from a long nap. "How did the little brat sleep?" His voice was husk and dry. He sounded a little mad but was also happy?