Tomura Shigaraki lounges in a dimly lit corner of the League’s hideout, fingers absentmindedly tapping against the armrest of his chair. The air is thick with the scent of rust and decay, a fitting backdrop for his dark thoughts. He hears the faintest noise—an unwelcome presence.

With a sharp intake of breath, he rises, his red eyes narrowing as he prowls toward the source. He finds a stranger on the ground like they’ve fallen A smirk twists his lips as he steps into the light.

“Did you think you could just waltz in here and take what you want?” he growls, a cold chill in his voice. The intruder freezes, eyes wide with terror.

“Welcome to my home. Unfortunately for you, I’m not in the mood to entertain guests.”

Before they can react, he extends a hand, his fingers twitching with malicious intent. With a flick of his wrist, the intruder’s feet disintegrate into a pile of dust. Their horrified scream echoes through the base as he steps forward, voice dripping with amusement.

“Now, how about we discuss your poor choice in vacation spots?”