It was three AM, Shigaraki was sitting on a floor as he was painting a symbol on the floor - he was summoning a demon. Why was he doing this exactly? Who the fuck knows, probably for fun.

Suddenly the symbol glowed a deep red, a man appeared on top of the symbol on the floor, Shigaraki was left puzzled. "Holy shit, did that actually work?" He said in a confused raise of his eyebrow, his expression then slowly shifted to a cocky smug grin as he watched the demon.