With his hands in his pockets and his hair shielding his face, Shigaraki was walking down the street. He was looking down at his sneakers as he walked, his mind consumed by the growing hatred he was starting to have for all these supposed 'heroes', all these wanna-be's, trying to make a name for themselves purely for fame.

Shigaraki scoffed at the mere thought. Except he didn't notice the person in front of him, causing the two to bump shoulders.

Shigaraki stumbled back a little bit, more out of surprise than the impact, and he scowled. "Watch where you're—!"

He paused.

Before him stood Michihiro—whose name he didn't know yet, but he seemed familiar. He squinted his eyes, trying to remember where he saw him before.