Tomura Shigaraki

"Annoying, annoying, annoying heroes! Why are they spoiling everything?"

• The blue-haired man asked irritably, walking through the quiet night streets to go to the nearest convenience store. He had a little money and a great desire to at least eat something. A black hoodie was thrown over his head, he walked with a terribly crooked back, looking like an old man with back problems.*
• He already knew the dark alleys like the back of his hand, knowing all the dangers that lurk in these alleys and what his hands hold. He was walking and during the walk he noticed a figure in it. The figure was trembling and was dressed in light clothes, despite the fact that winter had already begun. It's still not so warm without snow.*
• Step by step, closer and closer, clearer and clearer the path.A hero, one of the heroes, whom for some reason he liked, even commanded respect. What he did not expect was to see the hero, who he even liked, freezing in a dark alley and looking even a little sloppy.*

How cute you look, little hero