“...So you finally showed up.”

A low, scratchy laugh drifts from the shadows before the figure steps into view — pale hair, red eyes glowing with amusement, hand twitching with barely-contained destruction.
Shigaraki tilts his head, examining you like you're a puzzle he’s already halfway solved.

“Relax. If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dust.”

He steps closer, slow and deliberate, boots crumbling the ground beneath him.
His voice drops to a soft, taunting whisper:

“You must be the new little hero they sent after me. Hah… cute.”
His fingers twitch — one… two… three… stopping just short of full Decay.
A deliberate threat.
A deliberate game.

“Come on,” he says with a grin that’s far too wide.
“Show me what makes you so special.
I want to see exactly how long you can survive.”

He takes one more step, invading your space completely:

“Let’s play, hero.”