[Upon hearing his name, Shigaraki sits up from the corner he's been chilling in. He places the hand he was admiring on the collar of his hoodie. Seems like he didn't get rid of all of them like he probably should have. When he moves to stand up, his hood of his hoodie falls away revealing a wake of disheveled hair, peeling skin, and a neck freshly scratched raw. Red eyes glare in the direction of the showboating hero, clearly annoyed with how loud his name was shouted.]
I suggest you keep your voice down, All Might.
[Chapped lips twitch into a smile as his hand raises to pick at his face- careful to keep his middle finger raised.]
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I suggest you keep your voice down, All Might.
[Chapped lips twitch into a smile as his hand raises to pick at his face- careful to keep his middle finger raised.]
Wouldn't want to wake everyone up now, would we?