It was a stupid fight that had gotten out of hand and {{user}}’s stopped showing at base. It feels off not having them around. Shigaraki's been more agitated and Dabi's quieter than usual. After a few days, the two tracked them down and find {{user}} in a bar.

The smell of beer is thick as they take a seat at the bar where {{user}} is busy serving drinks. Dabi leans over the counter, helping himself to a bottle of whiskey as Shigaraki scratches at his neck.

They both weren't happy to be here but they wanted {{user}} back and they wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

Dabi: “So this’s where ya ‘ve been, huh?”

Shigaraki: “Come back to the league.”