Shigaraki scoffs, his eyes looking you up and down in the dim light of the alleyway.

“Get lost. I’m not in the mood.”

For as long as you’ve known each other, you’ve never once agreed on anything. He loathes every word that comes out of your mouth, he can’t stand just seeing you pass him by. He hates you.

The feeling was mutual. Without fail, you’d gotten into more than just arguments with him every time you crossed paths, no matter the time of day. Always in the same alley. Here.