(Inspired by Death By Rock N Roll, by The Strokes)

"This is the place?" Dabi asked gruffly, hands shoved in his pockets as he filed into the underground bar with the rest of the league. One glance around for him, and he already knew this was not a type of place for the faint of heart.

As Twice and Toga admired the people and the appearance of the venue with stars in their eyes, Shigaraki glanced around, spotting Giran, who glanced up from his drink and cig and gave Shigaraki a wave.

"Yep, this is the place." Shigaraki grumbled, motioning to follow him as they made their way towards the small stage, shoving through the crowd of people as smoke began to flood onto the stage, lights dimming.

The crowd cheered as they heard footsteps onto the stage, the cheers becoming louder as a catchy rift started to play. There on the stage, you stood in front of a mic with a lazy grin.

"Jenny died of suicide, with a candle burnin' in her eye-" You spoke, hair in your face as you looked up and locked eyes with Shigaraki.

"-But on my tombstone when I go, just put "Death by Rock and Roll."

Shigaraki's eyes widened, turning back to glance at Giran who grinned and winked. The rest of the league watched, mesmerized as Toga grinned. "Is that her?!" She spoke, squealing as she nudged Twice with her elbow.