you grunted in agitation and discomfort while bound with ropes to an old wooden chair in your home. you were a renowned vigilante, this much was to be expected. but to be tied up by the current no.1 villian was not as expected. your shoulder and the fabric which was once there acting as coverage was partially decayed due to the man’s quirk. he spoke up, once again. “oh, I know. why don’t you join the league?” his raspy voice grumbled. Shigaraki was sat on another chair, facing the wrong way around, arms crossed over the back of the chair. he removed the hand which was previously atop his face, revealing piercing red narrowed eyes which seemed to stare at nothing but your soul.