So he’s got some stamina left in his meter for the day. Most of which had been exhausted by what should have been a relatively simple daily-sign in with Toga, and it ended up being a whole story saga of listening to her prattle on and on about her crushes. Irksome, but he felt as though he gained a few points of respect with her.
Spinner should be a relatively easy one to gain affinity with, in theory. Shigaraki was surprised to find they had similar tastes when it came to hobbies. Tired, he dragged himself over towards him and promptly dropped himself onto the couch besides him, regardless of such silly things like personal space or politeness.
What’s his affinity like? Shigaraki hated that real life had no menus to navigate for him to see that invisible statistic he’s made up in his head to help understand things like “social interaction”, “emotions” and “maturity.”
“… What made you … so drawn to Stain in particular ..?”
he’s been mostly ignoring everything going on around him, though he’s more aware than he might appear to be. when the others argue or squabble, shuichi sits on the couch, his switch in hand — the one thing he brought from home, the one remnant of his old life — and tunes them all out.
he’s got his eyes locked on the screen, painstakingly reconstructing his island in animal crossing, when the couch creaks beside him, and shigaraki sits down.
the truth is, shuichi doesn’t really know what to make of him. he’s NOTHING like what he had imagined, hearing about the league of villains on the news. and he’s certainly not the ally to stain they had all believed him to be prior to arriving here. in fact, the only times stain has come up in conversation, it’s been with utter disdain. so he’s surprised when shigaraki asks about him now, with seeming sincerity.
game console placed delicately in his lap, shuichi turns his eyes to shigaraki with consideration. then he shifts, angling himself toward him just slightly, and props one bare arm up on the back of the couch. ( it’s hot out, his tank top is damp with sweat, and he’s got a wet bar rag from kurogiri draped around his neck. his hair is pushed back out of his face, and he blinks at shigaraki with deep magenta eyes. )
“i...” he’s not sure why the question has caught him so off-guard. he knows the answer, surely he does, so what’s the problem? “he wanted to change the world. he saw something wrong with society, made me see that something was wrong with society. that i wasn’t the problem. that there was more to life than....” he gestures around vaguely. “y’know?”
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