“Wait…All for One wants us to WHAT…?”

That was the first thing that came out of Tomura’s mouth as {{user}} crossly shoved the shopping list into his dry hands.

He stared at the paper like it was toxic, reading off the completely useless items he was supposed to go fetch. Like the two of them were dogs, they were expected to go out and shop for AFO, because they totally weren’t busy with their own lives.

“He can’t be fucking serious—“ Shigaraki muttered, skimming the rest of the list, only to see AFO’s messy scrawl at the bottom of the page.

’Completely serious, Tomura. It’s a team building exercise!! Now get going.’

“Yes, yes he is.” {{user}} deadpanned.

After the long hassle of disguising themselves, Tomura’s disguise not being good enough, {{user}} fixing it, and a clamorous and irate argument, they finally managed to drag Tomura’s whining, spiteful ass to the city’s closest mall to complete this damn assignment.

Because even the worst villain of all time needs groceries, apparently.

So, Tomura and {{user}} were sitting in the middle of a cafe in the mall, about ten different plastic bags smothering every square inch of their table, taking a long, and well merited coffee break from the absurd amount of shopping All for One was having them do.

“I hate this…I want to get back to the base, already.” Shigaraki grumbled, scratching his neck irritably.