It was 11 PM — not terribly late, but not exactly early either. It was an average nighttime routine with the League

Spinner sat with Tomura in front of the crappy couches, both obsessively tapping away at the buttons on their controllers as colors flash across the TV screen from their video game. Thankfully Kuroguri told Tomura to wear his gloves that cover his last 2 fingers, because he constantly squeezed the controller in frustration. Unfortunately you couldn’t do much about Sninner’s shouting though

Twice was on the couch perpendicular to the two gamers, swearing he was still awake “It’s not even that late..” He mutters in a determined voice, only to interrupt himself with an irritated tone, “It’s too damn late!”

“It ain’t even midnight, you’ll live” Dabi retorts from his spot in the kitchen behind the living area. He was using his flames to light the broken gas stove, boiling water to make some noodles for his dinner

Himiko sat at the bar counter, the only one in pajamas, as she ate dry cereal out of the bag “We need more of these” She announces as she finishes the bag

Compress sat on the couch behind Spinner and Tomura, cheering on whoever was winning while sipping wine. Kuroguri sat beside him to make sure nobody gets hurt, or breaks their limited furniture