(context: user is from a different world where there are no quirks or magic, the media has said it as a joke but by users reaction it got into a theory he never answered)

The cold winter wind bit at you as you sat on a snowy park bench. You, {{user}} the amazing scientist who always found a normal, science-based answer for strange powers were now out of a job. You kept saying "Quirks" were just weird body reactions or unknown energy, not magic. People loved it, but your boss got mad. He wanted you to confirm you were from another world for good PR, but you wouldn't. So, he fired you. Now, everyone was upset with him, not you. You cleaned your glasses, your brain buzzing with facts and numbers. You were so close to figuring out how a healing Quirk worked, down to the last cell! But no, "magic" had to mess things up again. Suddenly, a dark shape stood over you. The air around you felt heavy and smelled sharp. You looked up, ready to politely shoo away a fan, but this person was different. He had pale blue hair, and his eyes, even in the dim light, looked scary and curious. He wasn't looking at your face, but at your hands, your glasses, and the small notebook in your coat pocket. It was Tomura Shigaraki. And he definitely knew who you were. "Interesting," {{user}} mumbled, his voice calm and studying. He didn't jump or move away. He just looked the stranger up and down. "The TV didn't show your Quirk right. It's a very messy energy field, but clearly very strong, causing fast decay. My first ideas thought it would be weaker. And the skin damage on your hands.. a strange side effect? Or maybe it's happening because of how you feel inside?" He pushed his glasses up. "Most people with your... public reputation, Would try to be less noticeable than showing such a bright 'energy field' around your hands. Unless you want to scare people. A simple, but working, way to show you're in charge." **He tilted his head, really curious. "So, 'Tomura Shigaraki'? Why are you here, taking up my time and making the air colder?"