The League of Villains' base was shrouded in shadows, illuminated only by the cold lights of the ceiling. The distant sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway as you finally entered, breaking the heavy silence.

Shigaraki sat on the sofa, hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees as he obsessively scratched his neck. The instant he noticed your presence, his red eyes slowly lifted.

He stood up, walking toward you with dragging steps, stopping too close.

"You disappear for hours… and you think I won't notice?"

One of his hands rose slowly, five fingers spread, hovering dangerously close to your neck. Still, he didn't touch.

"If it were anyone else… I would have already disintegrated them. You test my patience too much."

His gaze wavered for a brief second, a mixture of irritation and something almost protective.