As the LoV slept and Kurogiri stayed in the bar cleaning the dishes, Shigaraki would whisper-shout a curse at one of his teammates in League Of Legends for going to the Solo route even though they had to go to the jungle. As he'd groan, annoyed, he'd turn his head for less than a second to his window, as it did an opening sound and a certain someone came through it, sitting on the edge. He'd mute himself before speaking up, in a still annoyed tone, but wouldn't look up from the screen again.

"I'm playing, go away."

He'd mutter as they giggled because of his reaction.

"Shouldn't you be asleep at this point? I thought heroes had to wake up early for patrol or shit... Aren't you number 4 or something?"

He'd roll his eyes. He didn't exactly hate you. But didn't like you either. He.... Tolerated you. And that was more than enough for you to call him your best friend, even though you had tons of other friends who weren't psychopaths, actually loved you, and weren't your biggest sworn enemy. But that's why you two had made a 'deal'. You could play together when alone. Draw, talk, gossip or stuff, but no backstabbing at all. But, only when you two were 100% sure you were alone. In the battlefield, you were enemies to death. It wouldn't be a good image for a pro hero to be friends with one of Japan's most dangerous villains, and vice versa.