"Sure…Himiko-chan."

The blonde girl squealed at the sound of her name and all but tackled Izuku back into a tight hug again. At the same time, the door opened flooding the room with light from the hall. Dabi stood there for a moment not at all expecting the kid to being tackled by their resident blood enthusiast.

The scarred man let out a sigh at the sight and said, "What are you two doing?"

"Bonding!" To-Himiko chirped, not letting go of Izuku. "We're friends now, right, Izuku?"

"Y-yeah," Izuku stuttered out, blushing as she started rubbing her cheek on his like a cat.

"Save it for later," Dabi ordered, walking into the room. "Boss wants him out in the bar."

"But I want to spend more time alone with Izuku!" the girl pouted, clinging to him harder.

"Later," the scarred man scolded firmly before looking the Quirkless teen over noting remnants of dirt and such from the forest. "Let's get you cleaned up, kid."

Dabi turned to leave but paused at the door to glance behind him. Izuku gave Himiko's arms a gentle pat to both soothe her and to ask for her to let him go. She still pouted but released him and they stood up together.

"Go get him some clothes," Dabi instructed the blonde who squealed in excitement before darting off yelling 'Big Sis Mag!'. "Oh great, she'll be a minute. Whatever. Follow me, kid."

Izuku was led down the hall and he couldn't help but look around as they went. The walls were bare and there wasn't much to the place from what he could see, but it also wasn't as run down as one would think a Villain's lair would be. He was even surprised when they arrived at a bathroom and Dabi turned the shower knobs to quickly get hot water for him.

"Use what you like though it's not much," Dabi offered turning back to him. "Toga will come with your clothes and you can just leave your dirty ones in here. They'll get taken care of later."

"By Kurogiri?" Izuku asked, quirking an eyebrow and getting a nod in reply. "You guys seem to rely on him a lot."

"Yeah," Dabi conceded with a nod then gave an amused huff. "Sometimes I think he's more of a glorified babysitter than anything. Especially when it comes to Shiggy."

Well, from the little that Izuku had seen he wasn't wrong. Kurogiri seemed to take care of a lot of things for the League besides transportation. He had even seen the warper try to persuade Shigaraki in a certain direction but still making it seem like it was his decision. A necessary tactic for the young man who still acted like a child when he didn't get what he wanted.

"Anyway, clean up," the scarred man prodded with a wave of his hand. "The 'boss' wants to see you."

The Villain rolled his eyes while using finger quotes before closing the door to give the teen some privacy. Again, there was no window so no way out other than the door he just came through. There wasn't much else in there except what you expected to be in a bathroom. Shower, sink, toilet, and a supply of toiletries. Nothing else that he could use to arm himself with unless he wanted to see if Shigaraki was scared of tampons like some men were. Izuku wasn't having gone on several emergency-runs for his mother in the past.

The knife he got back from Dabi was the best he was going to get weapon-wise though he didn't want to risk it being discovered and destroyed. It meant too much to him to lose again. But if he needed to, he would defend himself with it. And he would do everything he could to keep anyone from taking it from him.

His current conundrum was where to hide the knife while he showered. He could take it in with him though he wondered if that would lead to rust. He also didn't want to leave it with his clothes as he wasn't sure if they would be taken or warped away while he was cleaning up. But where could he hide it where no one would think to look? Another glance at the tampons gave him an idea and so he quickly hid the knife within the feminine products.

With that done, he quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. The water was pleasantly warm with a surprisingly good pressure for a Villain hideout. It was also surprising to see a small selection of shampoos and other cleaning products. Izuku would have figured they'd have just one that everyone used. Then again, there were all kinds of Villains in different situations and apparently different tastes in shower supplies. He simply gave a shrug and scrounged for what would work best with his mess of curly hair. It left him smelling like coconuts.

"Izuku! I've got your clothes!" Himiko's voice suddenly called out making him flinch.

The greenet cautiously peeked out and squeaked to see that she was actually in the bathroom with him. Him who was currently naked! He hadn't even heard her come in!

"Himiko-chan!" Izuku exclaimed, grabbing the shower current to hide himself from her. "What are you doing in here?!"

"I told you," she grinned back like nothing was wrong. "I've got your clothes!"

The blonde girl cheerfully placed the folded pile of clothes in her arms on the counter.

"I can see that," Izuku replied, his cheeks red in embarrassment. "But what are you doing in here? I'm naked!"

"It's no big deal," Himiko said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she busied herself arranging the clothes just right. "If I changed into you, I would be able to see you naked if I wanted to. I even have to be naked sometimes to use my Quirk. A little embarrassing, I guess, but nothing to really worry about."

"It may not be a big deal to you but it is to me," Izuku pressed, gripping the curtain tighter. "Could you please leave?"

She left out a huff with her hands on her hips before smiling once again as she said, "Fine, fine. I'll go. But let me grab something real quick. Mother nature and all that."

Himiko crouched down and opened the cabinet under the sink. Going exactly where his hiding spot was.

"No wait!"

Too late.

"What is this~, Izuku?" Himiko lilted as she leaned back with the knife in hand. "It certainly wouldn't be effective in stopping a little bleeding."

"I-it's mine," he admitted, fearing that he would lose the knife so soon after getting it back. "It was…his."

"His?" she asked before looking at the knife and seeing the S carved into the handle. "Oh my gods! This was Stainy's?!"

"Shh!" Izuku stressed while glancing at the door before whisper shouting. "They'll hear you!"

"I can't believe you have one of Stainy's knives!" Himiko cooed, thankfully quieter, at the folded blade. "Oh I sooooo would love to have one."

She couldn't deny that she toyed with the idea of keeping the knife to herself. It would bring her that much closer to the man she loved and admired. Plus, you could never have too many knives. But then she glanced at her new friend who looked so so sad. Tears budded his glistening green eyes and she noted a slight wobble to his lips. Then Himiko thought back to what Izuku had said about Stain and him. About how much the man's encouragement meant to him. Meaning that this knife meant a lot to him too. Who was she to take something special and precious like that from her new friend?

"He really means a lot to you, doesn't he?" Himiko commented as she stood.

Her smile was barely there as she looked down at the knife but what remained was full of fondness and understanding. After all, she had a special place in her heart for her own knives though not for the same reason.

"Y-yeah, he does," the boy nodded, still holding onto the shower curtain but his embarrassment forgotten in that moment.

"Well then, there's only one thing to do," she declared, carefully tucking the folded knife within the pile of clothes. The greenet gave out a confused squawk as she winked at him. "It'll be our little secret."

Only half true since Dabi knew about it too, but at this point Izuku would take it. He gave her a wobbly smile as he said, "Thanks, Himiko-chan."

"No worries, Izuku," Himiko replied, smiling brightly again. "Now hurry up. Shiggy is waiting."

Not the best motivation to actually hurry up as she skipped out of the bathroom, but Izuku couldn't hide out in the shower forever. His fingers were already turning pruny from the water. Also, the bandage Himiko had given him was soaked but a quick check at the bite marks showed they had already scabbed over so they should be fine. He'll just have to toss it once he was finished. So reluctantly he did one final rinse before quickly toweling-off and stepping out of the shower.

Izuku then walked over to the pile of clothes Himiko had left him. He wasn't sure if he would get his own clothes back but at least they were nice enough to loan him some clothing. He'd rather not walk around naked thank you very much. Izuku didn't really expect much but he did kind of like what she had picked out for him. A plaid olive-green undershirt, a solid pine green long sleeve overshirt, khaki pants, and simple white socks. Also, thankfully but awkwardly, a fresh pair of plain underwear. Going commando would not have been ideal. He was still shoeless though.

Overall, the outfit was nice. Not his usual style though Hitoshi kept pointing out his wasn't actually a 'style', but rather a punny mess mixed with Heroes. Accurate but still a style, Purple Panda! Besides, not everyone could have Present Mic as their own personal stylist. Though thinking about the Hero reminded him that they were currently being held captive by Villains waiting for the Heroes to rescue them. Now was not the time to be thinking about fashion.

Izuku shook his head to force himself to get back into the moment. He brushed his teeth with the provided toothbrush and paste that hadn't been there before but had probably been warped in by Kurogiri. He then did his best to tame his hair though there wasn't much he could do with it here. They didn't have any of the products he used at home.

No, not home. Not anymore.

Stop it, Izuku. We need to focus.

Again, he shook his head messing up his hair a bit though no one else would notice it. Izuku folded the used towel and placed it on the counter. Kurogiri would most likely take care of it later. After making sure the knife was tucked safely in a pocket, Izuku left the bathroom on socked feet. Himiko was waiting for him and gave him a once-over grinning the whole time.

"Looking good there, Izuku," she commented with a wink.

"Oh, um, thanks, Himiko-chan," Izuku replied as he blushed.

She giggled at his reaction as she approached latching onto his arm like she had before. Himiko even linked their hands together before leading them down the hall. The close contact wasn't bad per say but it wasn't anything special either. She was no Shouto and Shouto was definitely not her. Himiko was a happy go-lucky high school girl whose desire to live her life as she wanted had forced her to Villainy in today's society, but that didn't necessarily make her evil. She even was nice enough not to take or tell anyone about his gifted knife.

Having an unexpected friend in his current kidnapped situation made him feel a bit more at ease. Now he had two allies with her and Dabi though he wouldn't allow himself to put any kind of faith or hope in their loyalty or help. They were still Villains even though they were being friendly to him. Just like Chizome was with Izuku while at the same time still had carried out his version of justice as Stain.

Hand in hand, they walked back into the bar area seeing everyone present. The members of the League were spread around the room while Bakugou was still chained up and muzzled like an animal. He gave Izuku an incredulous glare at how close he was with the blood drinker to which the greenet replied with a short grimace implying it couldn't really be helped. Magne, the Villain with the attraction Quirk, cooed at them while the others were either surprised or indifferent. Twice, the one in all black with a sort of T on his chest, was a bit of both.

Shigaraki, with a half-finished glass in hand, regarded them being so close with a grin obscured by the disembodied hand on his face. However, as his eyes traced down to their joined hands, he scowled at the sight of one of them.

"I said he wasn't to be harmed," the young leader reprimanded, glaring at Himiko. Izuku looked down to see she was holding the hand she had bitten.

"It's nothing serious," she replied with a dismissive wave of her other hand. "Just a little love bite between friends."

Himiko shot a wink at Izuku who smiled warily back.

"Friends, eh?" Shigaraki all but purred, his grin back on his hand-covered face as he leaned forward. "Warming up to us already, admin?"

"You wish," Izuku retorted, crossing his arms suddenly which made Himiko pout at him for letting go of her hand. She still hung onto his arm though.

"No matter," the decayer said, sounding undeterred as he somehow managed to take a sip of his drink. "We still have plenty of time to convert you."

Izuku gave him an unimpressed look before turning his attention to Bakugou. He was not happy to see the other boy was still tied up with his hands restrained and his mouth muzzled. The greenet tapped Himiko's arm asking for her to let go which she did and then he walked over to his childhood friend. They may not be on the best of terms but Bakugou was in need of help and Izuku was there to give it.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Bakugou couldn't answer verbally with the muzzle still on, but he glared at him in a way as if to say 'what do you fucking think?'.

"He's fine," Shigaraki said dismissively setting his now finished glass down on the bar. "We haven't touched a hair on his little head."

"Has he had water?" Izuku questioned as he turned back to his captor. "Food? Has he had a chance to use the bathroom?"

They stared each other down in silent challenge.

"No, he has not," Kurogiri answered instead of his charge.

"Some kind of hosts you are," Izuku huffed before turning back to Bakugou and reaching for the muzzle. "Help me get this stuff off."

It was then that Shigaraki, miffed at being told what to do, stood up and stalked over to the Quirkless teen.

"You don't get to give orders, admin," the decayer leered, towering over him. "You're not in the League yet."

"And I'm not going to allow you to mistreat him by neglecting biological needs," Izuku countered.

He forced himself not to stand down. Sure, he was terrified to be butting heads with a dangerous Villain like Shigaraki, but he wouldn't let his fear stop him from helping Bakugou.

"Without water he'll die," he lectured, his hands fisted in determination. "Lack of food isn't going to help you out either. There's also the fact that at some point he'll need to…relieve himself. Unless you want him to leave a mess for you to clean up. Or would you just make Kurogiri do it instead?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the warper shift ever so slightly straighter at the call out. Izuku had a feeling that the others didn't interact with the misty man much unless they needed something from him. More of a servant than a fellow League member. It made him wonder what Kurogiri's role was in their little Villain group. What goals or motivations he had to be part of the League of Villains.

Shigaraki glared down at him through the fingers hiding his eyes before growling in defeat, "Fine. We'll replen his health and stamina. But only on the condition that he keeps his magicka usage to absolute zero while he's with us."

"Of course," Izuku said, agreeing for Bakugou who barked out a muffled 'what?!'. "Bakugou may be hot headed, but he should know by now that he can't go up against an opponent stronger than him or ones that outnumber him by himself. That he isn't 'all mighty'."

He glanced over at the restrained blonde as green eyes stared pointedly into angered red. But his last two words were meant as a reminder of the last time Bakugou had chosen to fight straight on against a stronger opponent and predictably lost. While this was a different situation than his match with All Might, the principle still applied. Brute force would not help them here. They would need to think and bide their time for the right opportunity to escape. A concept that maybe Bakugou was finally getting into his head as he seemed to begrudgingly slump in agreement. At least that was what Izuku hoped.

The Quirkless teen then turned back to Shigaraki who let out an annoyed huff before ordering, "Twice, release him and keep an eye on him."

"Yes, sir," Twice answered with a salute to then switch to splaying his arms wide as he whined, "No way! Why me, boss?"

"Because you can make copies to keep him in line," Shigaraki retorted in irritation. "Besides, if Bakugou should choose to break his promise to behave, there would be no real harm to our party."

Copies? That's his Quirk?

That would explain the version of Dabi he saw that had turned to goop after being taken down by Eraserhead. Izuku wondered what the limitations were for a Quirk like that.

Taken if that was a copy made by Twice, then that would mean he can create copies of other people. Which could stand to reason he could make copies of himself too. Does he have a limit to how many copies he can make? Whether by number or stamina or other factors? Does having multiple copies at once affect the strength and/or durability of the copy? Also, what kind of information would he need to make a copy in the first place? Is it just their bodies that are copied or also their Quirks? That copy of Dabi had used fire before turning to sludge so he probably could. And what about…

"You're quite the rambler there, admin," Shigaraki chuckled breaking him from his thoughts. Ones that he once again said out loud for all to hear. Fuck. "Now, now. No need to fret. That big brain of yours is one of the reasons why we would love for you to join us."

Izuku gulped because he knew that and still ended up muttering his thoughts. It was way worse than letting one of his notebooks fall into their hands. He had given them his analysis himself.

"That was quite impressive," Mr. Compress complimented, stunned.

"Woah, you're like wicked smart," Twice praised to then chide, "What are you, some kind of stalker?"

The Quirkless teen couldn't help the flinch at the insult and missed the flash of guilt in Bakugou's eyes. But Izuku was starting to realize that Twice had some sort of split personality. Though which one was his true feelings had yet to be seen. Possibly even both.

"Nah, Izuku is just super smart," Himiko chimed in. "He thinks my love of blood is a side effect of my Quirk. Maybe even a need."

"Hmm…that would make sense," Shigaraki pondered with a scratch of his neck.

"It would be like me and needing to stay warm," Spinner added, though Izuku wondered if he realized he was letting future Heroes know of a weakness to cold.

"Or Shiggy's dry ass skin," Dabi jabbed just to piss off their boss.

"Fuck you, Dabi," Shigaraki sneered.

"In your dreams, Crusty," the scarred man quipped back with a smirk. "I wouldn't let you touch me with a ten-foot pole. Hell, I bet you can't even touch yourself without decaying your own dick off."

Shigaraki growled and launched himself at the fire user only to disappear through a suddenly formed portal. A second later, he fell through another onto a couch tucked into a corner of the room. The decayer snarled as he bounced back up for a second attempt.

"Shigaraki Tomura, please do not fight in front of our guests," Kurogiri admonished in his deep voice. "Would it not be more beneficial to show our comradery rather than us quarreling?"

The question made the young leader pause considering the misty man's point. Which he had to agree with even though he wanted to still decay the fucking burnt raisin.

"Fine, whatever," Shigaraki relented though reluctantly. "Twice, go. Kurogiri, get them something to eat and drink."

The warper nodded before disappearing while Twice replied, "You got it, boss. I don't wanna…"

The copier followed his instructions anyway and unchained Bakugou from the chair. Though the Villain did hesitate when it came to the restraints on the explosive teen's hands. After considering what to do for a moment, Twice took a step back and held out his arm palm down. A dark brown goo flowed out of his hand that, instead of pooling on the ground, it seemed to fill some sort of invisible mold until a copy of Mr. Compress was formed.

Wow, that's so cool.

Izuku may be kidnapped right now but he was still a fanboy of any and all Quirks.

"A copy of me, eh?" the original Compress asked. "Any particular reason?"

"Figured if the kid tries anything you could just marble him," Twice replied as the copy fiddled with the thick block covering Bakugou's hands. "So no explosion, ya hear? There's more where he came from."

"Indeed," the second Compress confirmed with a nod. "I am never one to miss an occasion to show off my magic prowess."

Izuku was momentarily fascinated as the hand restraints disappeared inside a small blue ball, but he was also apprehensive as he watched Bakugou be released. The explosive blonde let out a muffled growl wanting to scream and blast the Villain for touching him and turned to do just that. Damn it! Now was not the time for brash behavior. Izuku had hoped that his childhood friend had realized and accepted they needed to be smart about this. To use their heads to think and wait for the right moment. Fighting them physically now would only get them into more trouble. Being kidnapped was bad enough but it could also be a whole lot worse.

"Bakugou, don't," Izuku ordered, forcing him to stop. "We promised to behave, remember?"

The firecracker teen growled behind the muzzle but made no further moves towards the copy. Shigaraki snickered at the interaction thoroughly amused. Only for the greenet to turn on him.

"And you promised to be a proper host," Izuku chastised their captor. "How will he be able to eat or drink with that thing still on?"

He spat the word out not wanting to even call it by its name. From hearing stories from Hitoshi and seeing Bakugou in one, he was growing to hate them more and more. That people would use muzzles on other people just to get them to shut up. Sure, Izuku was kind of doing that to himself with the plan to add a muting feature to his mask but that was to protect others as well as himself. As was evident from a moment ago, he needed to better contain his muttering to keep his analysis away from Villains as best he could.

The two were staring each other down but neither refused to look away. Shigaraki was the leader of the League of Villains and would be damned if he wasn't shown up by someone not in their party. Yet. But Izuku wouldn't back down either. It was Shigaraki's fault they were there in the first place. Meaning it was his responsibility to ensure the care for their needs. A duty the decayer reluctantly accepted thinking if he didn't then it would hinder the admin from joining them like a choices-matter game.

"Fine," Shigaraki relented once again with a scowl but still kept eye contact. "Twice, take it off."

"Ah man," Twice complained, really not wanting to get close to the explosive teen. He turned to the copy and said, "You do it."

"No, thank you," the copied Compress declined with a shake of his masked head. "I would rather not be exploded."

"Come on, man!" Twice whined. "This is why I made you."

"No."

The two bickered back and forth neither wanting to get near Bakugou who was growing annoyed. He just wanted the damn muzzle off if the Villains would shut the fuck up. Most stared in amusement at their antics except Shigaraki who was becoming more and more irritated that they weren't doing as they had been told.

"SHUT UP!" the young leader finally snapped. "I don't care who does it. Just do it already!"

The two of them flinched before Twice said, "Sorry, boss. If he wants to, he should do it himself."

That last part was grumbled out in a whisper as Twice moved to do as ordered though the backhanded comment went without further action on Shigaraki's part. Guess it must be something that happened often as the man definitely had some sort of split personality. The two still seemed reluctant to comply and ended up deciding which of them would do it with a round of rock, paper, scissors. After a few tied rounds, Twice was the triumphant winner and flipped the defeated copied Compress off.

The masked magician hesitantly removed the muzzle from Bakugou's face. The blonde teen very much wanted to avoid his touch but also really wanted the damn thing off. So reluctantly he let the Villain get close. Wasn't like he could do much else in this situation surrounded by Villains in only gods knew where. Though he very much wanted to blow something up right now.

"Now isn't that better, Bakugou?" Shigaraki leered as said boy attempted to rub away the feeling of the muzzle. "As the admin said, behave and your time here will be less…restrictive. If not, well, we can easily tie you back up."

Bakugou sneered in anger but did nothing more. He did growl at Twice when he got too close him, but other than that, he cooperated relatively willingly as he was being led out of the room. He may or may not really need to…relieve himself as the nerd had put it. Red eyes connected with green briefly before finally leaving the room.

"Come sit with me, Izuku," Himiko said, coming to his side suddenly. "We can eat and get to know each other some more!"

Izuku found himself being dragged by her over to the bar.

"There's time for that later," Shigaraki interjected. "All of you have tasks to complete today. So go do them. I'll watch over our guest."

"But Shiggy!" the blood drinker whined with a pout.

"Now!" their boss growled.

Himiko jumped into action at the order though she did offer a cheerful wave goodbye to her new friend. Magne, Spinner, and the original Mr. Compress left swiftly after while Dabi lazily went on his way. The scarred man gave a brief concerned glance back at the Quirkless boy being left alone with their temperamental leader. Hopefully Kurogiri would be back soon to babysit their interaction.

With the others gone, that left Shigaraki and him by themselves and Izuku had no idea what to do about it. The teen stood awkwardly while the Villain sat lazily at the bar. He didn't even know where to look as his green eyes flickered around anywhere but his captor. The decayer watched him in amusement for a bit before getting bored.

"Come sit, Izuku," Shigaraki instructed, patting the stool next to him.

The Quirkless teen eyed the man in hesitation for a second before he cautiously approached. He didn't think he had much choice to refuse and didn't really want to find out how Shigaraki would react. He was kind of a wild card when it came to his emotions. Especially when it came to Izuku with the decayer threatening him one second and acting friendly the next. Asking him to join only to then hurt his mother. Still holding out his offer of a place among them after kidnapping them and then destroying all of his gear on top of that. Let's just say it was confusing.

Izuku carefully sat down next to the young Villain who regarded him quietly. The silence was awkward. Understandably so but still awkward. What does one talk about with their captor? The seconds dragged on feeling like hours and Izuku was tempted to succumb to the need to say something to break the tension. Though what exactly he didn't know. A glance at the carefully held and apparently refilled glass in the decayer's hand strangely gave him one.

"Um, isn't that difficult?" Izuku asked, getting a curious hum from the Villain. "I mean, always paying attention to your fingers and how you hold things."

He pointedly pushed down memories of the feeling of that same hand snaked around his own neck.

Shigaraki considered his question for a moment before saying, "Hmm, yeah it can be annoying, but it's something I've had to deal with since my Quirk manifested."

"Indeed," Kurogiri agreed, suddenly appearing through a warp gate. "Shigaraki Tomura has improved in his awareness of his Quirk though there are still…accidents."

"You're just mad whenever I decay one of your precious glasses," the young leader jeered though the misty man gave no reaction. Shigaraki then turned back to Izuku. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, all Quirks have drawbacks that people have to work around," the young analyst said, not able to help himself. "With you, it's your five-finger contact activation. I wonder if something like a glove that covers at least one of your fingers would be enough to negate that."

"There are gloves like that?" the decayer asked curiously, an odd glimmer of hope in his eyes. It made him seem younger in a way though no less creepy behind the hand.

"Uh, yeah, for drawing or for certain sports," Izuku replied with a nod.

The Villain grinned in excitement as he snapped his attention to the misty man behind the bar.

"Kurogiri, look into that immediately," Shigaraki ordered swiftly. "Find them, get them, and bring them to me."

He then turned back to Izuku clearly pleased.

"Not an official member and yet you're helping us already. My thanks to you, Izuku."

It was just as Izuku was being praised that Twice and the copied Compress returned with Bakugou. The explosive blonde glared incredulously at him and eyed at how Izuku was seated right next to Shigaraki. Again, the Quirkless teen gave him a look to show he had no real say in the matter. Kind of hard to refuse your captor when he was unpredictable and violent in his actions.

The explosive teen scowled at him a moment more before rolling his eyes and trudging over to Izuku slumping down on the stool next to him. As he did, Bakugou's traitorous stomach decided to let out a growl much to his annoyed embarrassment. And the shitty nerd had the audacity to fucking giggle at him here in this messed up situation they were in. It caused him to give his own growl once more. Shigaraki snickered at his reaction finding his anger amusing. Perhaps he would be an asset to them if even just for entertainment.

"Now eat," their captor ordered as he stood up and made to leave. "Kurogiri, do what I told you. Twice, Compress, watch them until he gets back. You two should be enough for a short while."

"You got it, boss," Twice saluted only to then whine, "Ah man, babysitting? So lame."

Shigaraki then left needing some time away from his irritating underlings. The young leader could only handle their antics for so long. The misty man merely nodded and through a formed portal withdrew two bowls each of steaming miso soup and fried rice along with glasses of water and chopsticks. He placed the dishes down on the bar before disappearing in a warp gate once more.

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