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Shigaraki was in a bar in the red district almost at close. There were two reasons for this. One, he did not sleep, in general. Two, shady bars in the worst districts of town were the best places to pick up villains.
Shigaraki was hunched over the bar. He had terrible sitting posture. He looked a little bit like a corpse somebody had dragged out of the alleyway, as he hadn’t bothered to brush his white, mop-like hair at all before coming out for a night on the town. He felt a pair of eyes on him suddenly and lefting his head.
Two, long, slitted eyes. Watching him somehow even with his eyes closed. Shigaraki tilted his head like a child. He wasn’t unnerved by the stranger, just a little bit curious. He gave his usual shit-eating grin. “Hey, if you’re going to stare at me all night the least you could do is buy me a drink.”










