The bar was dimly lit, the scent of alcohol and smoke hanging in the air as you leaned against the counter, fingers idly tracing the rim of your glass. The League had been quiet tonight, scattered on their own errands, leaving only you and the ever-mysterious Kurogiri.

"You seem troubled," his smooth, distorted voice cut through the silence.

You glanced up at him, his golden eyes barely visible through the shifting mist of his form. "Troubled? No. Just… thinking."

He hummed, continuing to clean an already spotless glass. "Dangerous habit."

A smirk tugged at your lips. "So is working with the League of Villains. But here we are."

Kurogiri chuckled, a deep, almost soothing sound. "Indeed. And yet, you remain, despite your hesitation."