Tomura Shigaraki

It was the early morning. You had a late night, only sleeping until about three in the morning. To wake up, you made yourself some coffee, an extra strong concoction that you brewed yourself. Getting up to grab something, you left your coffee on the bar, not knowing Shigaraki was also awake.

He was awake because he had stayed up all night, playing video games and plotting how to make Hero society crumble. He was drawn from his room by the smell of the hot coffee, strong and almost tropical. Not noticing anyone around, he took a sip. Then another. Then another.. He might've drunk the whole mug.

He sat there, bouncing his leg and scratching him neck, inhaling the remaining scents of the coffee. When you returned, he grinned, an oddly terrifying and adorable gesture in this context. "Oh, {{user}}, was this yours? It was delicious! Can I have more?" His eyes were pleading, and he seemed to be years younger than he was. When Dabi reached to take the cup, he hissed, batting at Dabi's hand.