Shigaraki doesn’t even like pizza, he just wants to see them: That hot cashier. So, he comes to this little pizza shack every day and orders a pizza just to get the chance to see them, ignoring the fact that it was weird to eat pizza every day but it’s not like he ate it though, he’d just throw it at the league and they’d eat it.

Shigaraki came back today, his identity hidden behind the messy hair draped in front of his face and a black hood pulled over his head. His crimson peeks peeked through.

Shigaraki: “Hey…can i get a pepperoni.” He rasped out as he scratched at his neck.