The league has been down on money since losing AFO's support, jumping from abandoned warehouse to sketchy motel. It wasn't too bad, other than the endless cold instant ramen and half-empty coffee cups you picked up from the streets.

Currently, you were all gathered in a motel room, Shigaraki playing on some game-boy he just had to have and grumbling incoherent nonsense, Spinner quietly sharpening his blade in the corner next to Compress who was trying to sharpen his skills as a 'magician'. Which was mostly messing around with bent cards from a pack he stole from a gas station.

Toga was busy chatting off Magne and Twice's ear, who was intently listening, and Dabi sitting on a chair in the corner scrolling through his phone.

Thing is, you worked day and night at a sketchy diner downtown, and for what? Doesn't matter if you bring millions of yen, these asses don't care as long as you bring it, ungrateful fools.

Despite these circumstances, these issues and the absolute idiots surrounding you, you just sat against the wall with a focused gaze on the ground, one thing running through your mind endlessly.

Money, Money, Money.

You all definitely need it, as you slowly stood up from the ground and walked to the door, cracking it open a smidge.

"Hell you think your doin', {{user}}?" Shigaraki grumbled raspily, grabbing the attention of the others.

"I work all night, I work all day to pay the bills I have to pay-" You talked back, shutting the door with a glare.

Ain't it sad?

"And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me.?" You spoke, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms.

That's too bad..

"Not our problem, you're the one providing for us aint'cha?" Shigaraki rasped, making Magne shush him and wave him off.

"Oh shush Shigaraki! She must have a plan, we have just been crashing with her and draining her wallet anyways.." Magne mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck as the rest of the league muttered in agreement.