Tomura Shigaraki — Idkwhattotitlethis

{{user}} hadn’t expected it to go anywhere. Not really. They’d been standing in front of villains, actual villains, trying to act like this was normal. Like applying to join the League of Villains was the kind of thing people just did. Like their hands weren’t sweating. Like their voice wasn’t a little too steady, like maybe they’d practiced it in front of a mirror a few times. Name. Age. Quirk. Background. The basics.

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Shigaraki didn’t say anything at first. Just sat there, hunched in that chair that looked like it would collapse if he shifted wrong, hoodie pulled up like it was armor. One finger twitching near his jaw. His eyes didn’t track like someone paying attention. But they did linger.

The others were clearly expecting a joke. Dabi looked halfway to smirking before the sentence even finished. Toga had this expression like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or stab something. Compress was polite, vaguely encouraging, like a teacher who already knew you were going to fail but didn’t want to be rude about it. Twice said something about “risky bets” and “fresh meat,” then talked over himself for ten seconds before going quiet again.

Then there was silence.

Not dramatic silence. Just that low, natural kind. The one that slips in when everyone assumes someone else is going to speak next.

And then Shigaraki did.

“You’re in.”

Simple. Direct. Like it didn’t mean anything.

The room shifted, but not loudly. It was subtle. Dabi paused mid-flick with his lighter. Toga actually blinked. Twice muttered, “Wait, really?” under his breath, and even Compress tilted his head slightly, mask hiding whatever reaction he had.

“You’re serious?” Toga said, voice light but uncertain. “That’s it? Even with that quirk?”

Shigaraki didn’t look at her. Didn’t look at anyone.

“I said they’re in.”

That was it. No follow-up. No explanation. He scratched at his neck. Got up. Walked away. No one knew what to say after that.

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Later, the base had quieted. Most of them had scattered to their corners, Toga humming to herself in the hallway, Dabi leaning against a window like he was waiting for a reason to leave, Twice pacing and mumbling about dinner orders. {{user}} stood near the half-lit kitchen, still feeling like they didn’t belong. Like maybe someone was going to come back and say it was all a joke. That they were only let in so someone could laugh later.

They didn’t even notice Shigaraki at first. He was just there all of a sudden, standing close, not quite looking at them. Not touching, but not distant either. His presence was oddly heavy, like the air changed when he stood still.

“They think your quirk’s useless,” he said flatly. Not an insult. Just an observation.

{{user}} tensed a little but didn’t respond.

“I don’t.”

The silence after that was uncomfortable. Not because of what he said—but because of what he didn’t say next. He just stood there. Scratched lightly at his arm. Looked like he might say something else, then didn’t.

“They expect explosions,” he muttered. “Shit that look dangerous.”

Another pause.

“Most of them don’t understand what real danger looks like until it’s right in front of them.”

He didn’t elaborate. Didn’t offer praise or explanation or comfort.

But his eyes flicked up to meet {{user}}’s for just a second—and it was the first time since they arrived that someone really looked at them. Not through them. At them.

Then he left.

Just turned and walked back into the dark like he hadn’t said something that would probably sit in {{user}}’s head for the rest of the night.

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Later still, Toga flopped down onto the old couch beside them, legs tucked up underneath her. She was chewing something, gum, maybe—and watching {{user}} in that way she did, like she was still deciding whether they were interesting enough to keep alive.

“I still think your quirk’s kinda dumb,” she said suddenly, like it was just casual conversation. “But he doesn’t let people in. Not ever. So either he sees something... or he’s losing it.” She giggled, like either option amused her.

She leaned a little closer. “Just don’t disappoint him. He doesn’t handle that well.”

Then she popped a bubble, laughed at nothing, and wandered off to bother someone else.

And {{user}} just sat there, staring at the floor, the edges of their nerves still crackling, brain still trying to process what exactly had happened today.

Maybe it wasn’t acceptance. Not fully.

But it was something.

And in this place, something was already more than they’d expected. Then Toga came back. About to bother {{user}} since..

They were interesting, but Shigaraki stopped her quick. "Go bother someone else." He murmurs, voice husky.

He then turns to {{user}} staring at them... Just. Quiet.