He glanced toward the door to the back and then shifted his gaze back to the console screen. Not that he was counting, but it had been about twenty minutes since he last saw Kohaku. Not that he cared, but he was starting to wonder if she had slipped out the back door and ran off down the alley. Not that it mattered, but he looked toward the door for the thirteenth time and grumbled under his breath.

Lifting a hand to scratch at his neck, he heard the squeak of a freshly cleaned glass and felt the irritatingly smug look that Kurogiri was probably giving him. "What's taking her so long?"

"Most people shower for longer than three minutes. You also need to take into account that Okabe-san is taking care of her own wounds." It almost seemed like Kurogiri had been waiting for him to say something so he could deliver this passive aggressive jab.

He licked his lips, tasting blood where the lower lip had split. "It shouldn't take this long. Go check on her."

"That would be unwise. Shigaraki Tomura, you need to be patient."

His grip tightened on his console as he seethed, but kept his little fingers lifted. "I didn't ask for your input. I told you to check on her. She's our only other member right now so if we lose her-" He caught himself before he could say something stupid and slouched, lowering his eyes again. "Just do what I say. Why are you arguing with me anyway?"

Kurogiri set aside the clean glass and grabbed another to wipe. It was still very clearly clean, but wiping them seemed to be like a meditating activity for him. He was silent for a long moment, mulling over his words before he spoke again. "Have you considered how your actions have impacted her? As our new member, she is your responsibility. Your actions cost Okabe-san her home, her jobs-"

"You're just mad that that woman is short-handed now." Shigaraki glared up at him as he saved the game without looking at the screen. "What's so great about that woman? You didn't want me to take her employee. Don't act like this is some kind of lesson that I was supposed to learn."

He paused in wiping the glass and his glowing eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Misora-san has nothing to do with this. I have our new member's wellbeing in mind. You should be considering this as well. She is your responsibility now. You need to make decisions that will benefit everyone in the group and take a leadership role. Okabe-san is not here to entertain you; she is a member of the League."

It was rare that Kurogiri took this stern of a tone. Usually he let Shigaraki get away with pretty much whatever he wanted. Not without giving him a disapproving look afterwards, though. Shigaraki glared back at him, trying to decide if Kurogiri had just snapped from the pressure of the USJ attack or not.

"I have some errands to take care of so I will be leaving. Can I trust that I can leave you and Okabe-san alone in the bar?" There was a tone to his voice that made Shigaraki irritated, but the misty villain failed to acknowledge it.

"What do you think we're going to do?" he challenged him, dragging his nails over the side of his neck. "You're acting like we're going to destroy something."

The door to the back area opened and Kohaku met their stares with a tilted head. She raised an eyebrow as she started toward the counter, her eyes lowering to something other than Shigaraki. "I didn't notice last night. Did you get new seats for the bar, Kurogiri? These are pretty nice."

The blue-haired villain caught the look Kurogiri gave him and sank lower on his seat. "So what? The old ones were getting old anyway," he remarked. Deciding that mentioning he had destroyed the old seats would just make her think he was that much more of a maniac. He knew she was still mad at him.

His eyes narrowed on her as she sat next to him. Smelling like his shampoo and soap. Wearing his t-shirt and pants. It made his pulse quicken and he tightened his hold on his console. What is this? She's wearing my clothes. It's not even a big deal. Why does that make me feel like this? His chapped lips pulled into a grin, bleeding a little and making him look ten times creepier.

Kohaku's dark teal hair was still a little wet as she sat next to him. Bruises decorated her forearms and her left cheek. There were scrapes on her palms and elbows. If he was the kind of person that was capable of identifying guilt, Shigaraki would probably be able to tell why his stomach clenched when he saw her injuries. Instead, he shrugged it off as hunger.

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"Okabe-san, I will be going out for a while. I trust that you and Shigaraki Tomura will be able to take care of the bar in my absence." Kurogiri was now looking at the girl. His dark, misty, shifting face completely unreadable.

"Oh. Sure, sure. We can do that." She popped open the medical kit and started rummaging around before looking up at him through her bangs. "You know you have to avoid the café, right?"

Kurogiri must have thought she was stupid because he seemed almost surprised that she saw through him that easily. "A few moments will not hurt."

"Really?" Kohaku grabbed a few rolls of bandage before she reached over and gently took Shigaraki's left wrist. She pulled his arm so it was flat on the counter and started taking off his old bandage. "I mean…if you really want to risk it, I can't stop you. I probably couldn't shake you anyway, right? But you're wanted now. Think about it a little bit. Yeah, I get you want to see Misora-san; I want to see her, too. But if anyone sees you there, boom! She's suddenly considered an accomplice, her kid gets taken away, and she gets thrown in jail. Not worth the risk, if you ask me."

Shigaraki set down his console and watched as his bandage slipped off. Underneath it, the wound was looking pretty gross. Any normal person would have at least winced looking at something like this. But the crusty gamer boy just stared down at it like it was on someone else. "You're not going to talk him out of it," he mumbled, picking at his chapped lower lip with his free hand.

Kurogiri, in a moment of uncharacteristic sass, opened a warp gate off to the side. "I will be back soon." His glowing eyes briefly went to Kohaku's, as if he was actually daring her to stop him, before he disappeared.

I wonder if I can bribe him to warp me into my apartment. As long as I'm quick, it wouldn't be too dangerous, right? She finished changing the bandages on Shigaraki's arms and she was fully aware of how he was staring at her. The same way guys always stared at a girl working in a game store; she knew the look pretty well.

"Hey. So what was the goal yesterday? What were you trying to achieve? I don't think I ever got an explanation on why we flooded a high school facility like it was a legendary Pokémon Go raid." She saw the corner of his lips twitch from his frown and felt a rush of pride at almost making him amused.

"That's a stupid question. I told you I wanted to take down the big boss. We went there to kill the symbol of peace," he answered without a shred of guilt. He was talking about murder as casually as if he was talking about a game and it only further convinced her that this was a man that had never been in a real fight.

Like someone that plays first-person shooter games and thinks they could handle actual weapon combat. Like someone that plays sports genre video games and then rushes onto a soccer field, where they almost immediately snap their ankle like a twig. Or someone that watches hentai or plays dating sims and they think that makes them an expert on romance.

Shigaraki had gone into this attack looking at it like an rpg, feeling an unwarranted amount of confidence he knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, it was pretty clear that he had a set path he expected everything to take and the second that things were different, he had lost control of the situation and tried to improvise. If things had ended in their favor, it might have been impressive.

"You want to kill All Might?" She raised an eyebrow as she knelt down to work on his leg bandages. I mean, I guess it would almost be a mercy killing, right? That guy's so damn old. I bet he wore himself out yesterday. Time to just pack it in and call it quits, grandpa.

"It would've worked if everything went according to plan. He was supposed to be there from the start. I had everything planned out and he ruined it."

She nodded, but on the inside she was confused. What did All Might do to piss you off? Did your high school crush have a thing for him? Did he get the last game they had in a store? Did he accidentally bump into you on the street and forget to apologize? What did he do to deserve to die?

"So…why are you a villain?" Kohaku expected some answer along the lines of "because it's cool" or maybe even some depressing backstory. What she got instead was unexpected defensiveness.

"That's a stupid question. Why are you asking something like that? Why should it matter why I'm a villain? I just am." He tensed up when her fingers brushed over his leg and he bit his lower lip, staring down at her without blinking.

"Heh. You know that's not fair, right? I spilled my guts about why I'm a vigilante. Not like I really ask that many questions anyway, right? A lot of guys like to talk about themselves. Heh. Pretty much every dude that walked into the game store was ready to go on about themselves for hours if I let them." She rested a hand on his thigh, having just finished bandaging his left leg, and half-grinned up at him. "But, you know, that mysteriousness is kind of cool. Really fits the "edgy villain" angle you're setting up."

His blood red eyes shifted to the side as he reached into his pocket. He drew out a disembodied, gloved hand and secured it over his face, but it barely hid the light pink tint that settled across his cheeks. "You're weird."

"You like it, though, right?" she teased, tapping a fingertip higher on his thigh. "I mean, if you didn't, you would've left me behind yesterday."

"Shut up. I brought you with me because I needed you. If I stop needing you, it'll be game over," he grumbled, trying to sound intimidating.

"Kind of harsh, but I guess that's fair?" Kohaku took care of the wound on his other leg, but noticed his body language change a little. Slouching more, chewing at his lip behind the hand in agitation, itching at his neck. She lowered her head as she was finishing up and smirked. "So you want to kill All Might. I want to get revenge on Stendhal. I guess this could work, but I've got rules."

Shift P.O.V

Shigaraki tensed again as she stood. He felt her fingertips against his thighs, her hands planted on his legs as she leaned in close. He blinked slowly and shifted his eyes to the side again. "Fine. Tell me your rules. But I'm not going to just play along and follow all of them."

"I didn't expect you to. It's more like rules about what I won't do." She drummed her fingertips along the outer part of his thigh and her free hand lifted to the hand over his face. Kohaku tested him; gently gripping the hand and pulling it away. He was glaring and scowling at her like a rabid cat, but let her set the hand aside. "I'm not going to kill anyone, but I'll incapacitate them. I'm not going to steal anything with my own two hands. And I'm not going to fight children."

They were stupid rules and he had to wonder what exactly she could do to make her useful in the League if she refused to kill anyone. His main goal was to kill All Might. That had the word "kill" in it. This almost felt like she was testing him.

"What can you do then?" he challenged her. His breathing hitched as he felt her body move closer to his. Her hands left his thighs and she gripped his shoulders, leaning in to caress his dry, chapped lips with her soft ones. He felt her hips between his legs and her lips curled into a smile in the kiss

When Kohaku leaned back, she was grinning up at him. "I mean, isn't it obvious? I'm going to do what I do best! I'll shake things up!"

There was a harsh palpitating in his chest as he saw the wicked glint in her eyes. Vigilante turned villain. How perfect is it? Shigaraki knew that she still thought he had ruined her life, but he would show her how wrong she was.