"Amethyst!" The ash-blonde turned around to see Emerald calling his name in a sing-songy tone. His killing intent aura was suffocating the latter. It was then that Amethyst knew he screwed up. He slowly walked backward as Emerald continued to walk up to him. With the wall slowly coming up behind him, Amethyst decided to make a run for it. He sprinted in one direction, screaming.
"I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Amethyst knew that his pleas were meaningless, but he still tried regardless. Emerald chased him around the room, trying their best not to knock anything over.
"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE! YOU ANGRY POMERANIAN!" Emerald replied, furious with the boy. This comment caused Amethyst to stop in his tracks.
"POMERANIAN?!" He turned around and walked toward Emerald. The two boys are now face to face. "I AM NOT A POMERANIAN, YOU DAMN BROCOLLI BOY!" His voice became loud, low, and deep as he grits his teeth.
"Oh really. Is that so Boom-Boom-Boy?" Emerald was still fuming, yet he remained calm and collected. He knew what buttons to push to get a reaction out of Amethyst.
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Amethyst barked back.
"Oh? I'd like to see you try." Emerald retorted. That was the last straw; Amethyst snapped and lunged at the green-haired boy, causing their hoods to fall off. He ripped the mask off of the latter, relieving the boy's freckles. The two continued to fight, pulling, tugging, biting, punching, and kicking each other left and right. Aquamarine had already removed her mask and was now sitting at the bar, turned around and leaning back with a blue-raspberry soda in her left hand, watching the drama unfold. Behind the bar stood Kurogiri, a tall man cleaning a cup in a suit and a thick piece of metal supporting around his neck. He appeared to be entirely made out of a deep purple mist. Two seats down from her sat the twenty-two-year-old Young Master, unbothered by the boys' quarrel, rather amused. His skin was ashen olive color, and his messy and unkempt hair was light pale blue as it fell at his shoulders. The stature of the man was thin and malnourished. He wore a hand on his face, which hid his ruby-red eyes, crusty face, especially around his eyes, and a scar on his lip. His black pants and black long-sleeved shirt were short enough to reveal his wrists and ankles. The man also wore bright blood-red shoes that went up to his ankles. His name was Tomura, Tomura Shigaraki.
Aquamarine seized a sip of her beverage before slamming it loudly back on the counter, which only caught the attention of the two older men. Anger plastered on her face as she stood up from her spot. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DAMN IDIOTS!" The two squabbling boys stopped in their tracks and slowly turned their heads to see Aquamarine looming over them. Her bloodthirsty aura almost filled the entire room. They quickly got off of each other and scurried over to the other side of the room, rambling many apologies to the girl. Shigaraki laughed at the sight. He knew that besides their Master, Aquamarine was the only one who could control the rambunctious boys. She took a deep breath and slumped back into her seat. Emerald and Amethyst got up and sat down at the bar. Silence was all that filled the room, not an awkward silence but rather a comfortable one. It was a break from the noise of the world around them. None of the hustle and bustle from the world outside the bar could be heard through the four thick brick walls surrounding them.