Tomura Shigaraki slinked through the mall, his hoodie pulled up to obscure his face. Frustration bubbled in his throat, making him scratch at it. Recent failures weighed heavily on his mind, filling him with a sense of unease. He felt the eyes of the public on him, judging him. It only added to his growing anger and disappointment in himself.

He noticed a stranger's stare and snarled, his ruby eyes flashing, "Is there a problem? Do you have a problem with me?" His hands clenched convulsively, pale decaying fingers twitching with the urge to activate his decay quirk.