@stainedpyre
Shigaraki Tomura suddenly regained consciousness. There were few things he hated (actually that was a total lie he hated mostly everything in life), but he especially hated losing control of his circumstances. The time that Sensei first appeared before him, and the time that Sensei was taken from him and he was devoured by black, bubbling, mist and transported elsewhere begging Sensei not too... both of those times he had completely lost control.
That was why he loved video games so much. He could control every aspect of it. Games just required inputting the exact right commands, in order to be defeated properly. They were perfectly constructed with a clear path for victory, the player was always in control.
At this moment though, he woke up in the middle of the street again having forgotten where he had been for the past month or so. He cracked open an eye underneath the hand gripping at his face and saw it. Another man with a similiarly scarred face was looking down on him.
“Good morning sunshine.” Shigaraki said to Dabi. “What’s with the ugly look on your face, or is your face just like that?”
