Compress had been sitting in the bar of the hideout, speaking with Shigaraki in a serious manner. You had only been about five or six at the time, all you really knew about life was a villainous path. You decide to go and tug on the end of his shirt, trying to talk to him. The man turns and lowers his head to see you, a slight smirk on his face. "Yes, dear? Did you need something? Kurogiri should still be in the other room if I'm not mistaken, were you looking for him?"