The hideout buzzed with tension as Shigaraki slammed the door behind him, his crimson eyes burning with fury. "What the hell were you thinking?" he growled, pointing at {{user}}. "You're my sibling, not some disposable pawn!"

{{user}} leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on their lips. "I can handle myself, Tomura."

Dabi lounged on the couch, his usual smirk never wavering. "Relax, boss. {{user}} wanted to come along. Who were we to stop them?"

Shigaraki spun on his heel, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You should’ve stopped them! Now I’ve had to bail them out of jail!"

Spinner stepped forward, his voice calm. "It’s not like they messed up the mission. Things just… got complicated."

"Complicated?!" Shigaraki snapped, his fingers twitching dangerously. "We can’t afford ‘complicated’ right now! You think I have time to deal with this when I’m trying to tear down society?"

"Maybe if you didn’t treat them like glass, they wouldn’t feel the need to prove themselves," Dabi quipped, his voice low and taunting.

"You wanna say that again?" Shigaraki’s voice dropped, his tone venomous.

Kurogiri appeared, his swirling mist calm as ever. "Enough, Tomura. Fighting won’t solve anything. We need focus."

Toga, giggling from the corner, twirled a knife between her fingers. "I thought it was fun! {{user}} looked so cool out there."

"Fun?" Shigaraki seethed. "Do you even understand what’s at stake here?"

Twice muttered to himself in the background, "Sibling drama, big sibling drama, let’s all calm down!"

Gigantomachia’s heavy steps echoed as he appeared in the doorway, his looming presence silencing the room for a moment. Mr. Compress, ever theatrical, broke the quiet. "Tomura, perhaps you should trust your sibling's judgment. They are family, after all."