One thing was for certain—He would regret this in the morning (if he had any recollection of the night that is)

Shigaraki stumbled about the hideout after downing an entire bottle of whiskey, mumbling incoherently to himself and seemingly searching for something. There’s a solid ten seconds of scrambling before his eyes land on you.

“…What’re you doingg?..” He queries in a slightly slurred tone despite not having any room to ask a question of that caliber given his current state.