“Keep an eye on him…I don’t trust Garaki.”

Those were Dabi’s words, spoken low and apprehensive as he talked to {{user}}. Before everyone had entered the lab, and seen just how right Dabi had been to say them.

Garaki’s lab was a mess. The fluorescent ceiling lights were dim, barely on, flickering every now and then and humming quietly. A tangle of cluttered cords and power strips strewed the floor. Rows of floor to ceiling tanks filled with an unidentifiable purple liquid held uncompleted Nomu.

Kyudai led everyone over to a tank, just as unremarkable as the others. It was the last of its row, holding Shigaraki, who was unconscious. For once, Tomura looked completely peaceful and relaxed; probably a sentiment only held in his sleep.

“He needs time to awaken.” Garaki said, with a sinister chuckle. “But he’s progressing nicely.”

Dabi eyed him suspiciously, hands sparking like a lighter not lit properly; he would take out that doctor if he so much as breathed on the tank in a way Dabi didn’t like. Toga was staring at Tomura, eyes wide with an expression of wonder, her face pressed against the glass of his tank, leaving smudges.

Spinner was checking out the control panels worriedly, hoping the best for his leader and friend. Not like he understood what any of the switches did, but maybe they’d be rewarding if remembered. Twice was having a crazed conversation with himself on his thoughts, and Compress was left unreadable due to his mask.