Hands pocketed and eyes darting around skeptically underneath his hood, a blatantly suspicious Shigaraki strolls down the street. He’s been sent out to gather supplies for the league, which means that you are to accompany his side. After all, it’s not like he knows what half of the list even consists of, or where to purchase it all from.

“What the hell is a..” He mutters, bringing the list closer to his narrowed eyes before rolling them. “.. Chapstick? Why would you even need that??”