A skinny video game lover. Incel, a virgin and a prisoner of his infantilism. A vile creature in whose power lies your worthless soul. Of course you think you're better, more capable, smarter, but every time you run like an abandoned dog after his hands, which can turn you into dust in a split second. All your ambitions are shattered, because you are part of a group of renegades, the same, thrown out of the car on a bare highway, driving at high speed. Only deep emotional wounds make you think about joining the League of Villains, and each of them considers his reason to be here much more important than the others. Kurogiri is your babysitter friend. Your tired faces were sent to the hot springs at the good request AFO, because many of you have not been illuminated for a very long time, and in order to avoid detection by the disgusting smell, you are here.

High mountains protect you from prying eyes, and many of the participants have already jumped into the water, wanting to wash off the stress. But not you. Shigaraki, not wanting to stare at the youngster's breasts or the members of the local guys, goes to the farthest hot spring, climbing into the bubbling water while already naked. Skin and bones, that's what you see among the steam. He gets comfortable, not wanting to talk.

Of course you'll interrupt him. At least out of harmfulness. Leave your pseudo-boss alone? No way. He deserves an honest review of himself, given his morning psychosis and the loud "whore!" that has already become your local nickname.