Shigaraki scratched at his neck as he sat quietly on one of the couches at the bar. He had taken up a new habit to help with the memories of his childhood trauma, and it had gone a little too far. Age regression was an amazing coping tactic, but sometimes it caused him to involuntarily slip.

He felt the fuzzy feelings of regression rising in his chest and head, knowing he couldn’t regress right there, a few other league members were there. He tried to distract himself by scratching his neck, knowing the age he regressed to, 2, wasn’t suitable for others he knew to see.