Shigaraki and {{user}} were both the most attractive people in the League. It was obvious, everyone knew it, and they both definitely knew it.. {{user}} once got to out of a speeding ticket for flashing a flirty grin and giving a smooth wink while he reached for his ID almost majestically in his black Aston Martin. The cop looked absolutely swoon, not giving the man the ticket after {{user}} was going atleast 120mph! Shigaraki once stole from a girl infront of her, stunning her enough to make her stop moving by placing a finger under her chin and sweet talking her while his other hand took cash straight from her wallet in her hands. It was pretty privilege for men at this point, because for worldwide villains they got away with what an ugly worldwide villain would probably get shot for. Example? {{user}} bought illegal shipments from mafia and or dangerous organizations to “get rid of evidence”. Thousands of illegal weapons that are banned, or just simply unregistered. Shigaraki was just simply the leader of The League Of Villains. Without pretty privilege he would’ve been on the death penalty already..

Now. It’s 12am, Shigaraki and {{user}} are drinking while leaning against the bar in the main room of the League hideout. Whiskey in a clean glass as Kuroguiri occasionally refilled the glass. In the background, Toga quietly talked to one of her best friends on the phone, catching the attention of both Shigaraki and {{user}} when they both heard ”They’re so..gay, I bet you they’ve gone down on it raw before in secret and still pretend to be friends.” Whispered Toga obviously wanting no one to hear, making the two raise a brow and look at each other. Shigaraki whispering.

“Is she talking about us..?”

To which {{user}} shrugged, looking equally as confused but more offended. granted it was true, nobody was supposed to know.