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Shigaraki thinks about a lot of things, and one of those things is that he forgot about how much he hates having to leave the sanctuary of his underground bar—and how much more he’d get done if he was willing to do so more often.
But it’s been quiet lately. And so that means it’s time for the League to stir.
It’s on a rare, stormy spring day that Shigaraki chooses to get back into contact with the Deku alternate that had appeared in the chat. It’s gray and it’s wet and the streets of the city reek with the smell of commuters that had rushed to escape the rain. The leader of the League of Villains sits with his head down in the center of the terminal’s outdoor plaza, hood raised as he absentmindedly gnaws on his lower lip in thought.
Yeah, okay, so he’s about ten minutes early. But also, like, fuck this guy if he stands him up.
[ @n-deku ]
When he first arrived he didn’t actually reveal himself right away, and instead sat up nearby watching. He refused to actually ‘show up’ before the designated time, anyways. Literal to a fault, this one was.
So when he had confirmed it was the actual meetup time he approached.
He looked around with a tired expression as he glanced down at the notebook in his hands. Note-taking was less something he normally did and more just habit. Little scraps of memory from a life he very obviously did not live anymore. It had it’s benefits, though. It helped him keep tabs on conversation, at least, since his memory was so faulty anymore.
“I have arrived at the designated time. I observe you seem impatient anyways. If this conversation is that much of a hassle to you then I can leave.” he spoke finally, pushing the book closed and looking up.