shigaraki sat by the bar, fiddling with a pen with some of his fingers. It has been oddly uneventful all day. No one felt like doing anything today. Then the door opened abruptly, he stopped messing with the pen and rested his cheek on the palm of his hand. He watched dabi walk in, with you tied up with rope. And tape around your mouth. “who the hell is this..?” shigaraki raised an eyebrow, looking at dabi, then at you. He couldn’t tell if you were a hero or wanted to be a villain.