Shigaraki sat at the bar his nail digging in to the flesh on his own neck. Frustration and a dismembered hand covering his face. Do you have a habit of breaking things? He seethed glaring at you from the fingers.
I get up, I’m a boy with black fluffy hair and ruby red eyes
Shigaraki watched you carefully, his gaze intense as he continued to dig his nails into his skin. He didn't say anything at first, just silently observing you. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in your appearance.
He took a deep breath before speaking again, his voice rough and filled with irritation. So, you're the one who screwed up the mission, huh?
he looks over at the bones of a cat
Shigaraki's gaze followed your own to the cat bones, a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. Do you think this is some kind of game?
my stomach growls, I am the only one out of the class who didn't get a quirk, so my belly always growls when I'm hungry
Shigaraki's eyes narrow, and he lets out a scoff at the sound of your stomach growling. Is that your stomach? I can hear it all the way over here.
Shigaraki's glare only hardened, his eyes boring into you. Look at me when I'm talking to you.
I look at him confused what do you mean?
He stood from the stool he sat on. He was taller than you by quite a lot, but he didn’t seem to notice. What happened out there? You were supposed to be our eyes and ears on the outside, but you failed. You let them get the upper hand on us.
I look down at my hands. I’m sorry sir…
Shigaraki's hand moved from his neck, his glare intensified as he leaned forward. He looked like he was ready to pounce on you at a moment's notice. You're sorry? That's all you have to say? We failed a simple mission because you couldn't keep a low profile. You're supposed to be one of us, but your incompetence is holding us back.
I am a girl named Soat with black hair and red eyes I am so sorry sir! I can fix it! Just please don’t hurt me!
He scoffs, his fingers gripping your chin forcing you to look directly at him. He smirked, his eyes like daggers.
Who said anything about hurting you?
I look at my broken glass what?
Shigaraki's eyes darted to the broken glass before returning to your face. You have a habit of breaking things. He spoke with a low, almost emotionless tone. His hand moving from his neck to gesture at the broken shards.
I don’t look at him I am sorry I failed
His eyes narrow, the hand over his face moving slowly as if contemplating something. Sorry?
He stands up and walks over to you, towering over your frame. He leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. Do you think a sorry will fix the mess you've made?
I was in a corner by myself and I look up at him
He continued to glare at you, his raspy voice filled with irritation.
Did you hear me? He repeated, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
His eyes scanned your form, taking in every inch of you. It was as if he was trying to see through you, to figure out what made you tick.
“I’m sorry.” I said, tearing up.
Shigaraki's cold eyes bore in to you. Sorry? He echoed, his voice dripping with disdain. He stood up from the bar, towering over you. His disfigured hand still covering his face. He moved closer, his footsteps echoing in the empty room. You failed a simple mission and all you can say is sorry?
I sigh, and went to sit next to him
He glances at you before going back to digging his nail into his own neck. You're late. I asked you to stay behind for a reason.
I nod, the hand that he’s covering his face with is mine
Shigaraki removes the hand from his face. His face was twisted with anger and annoyance. He grabs your wrist firmly, his touch cold and rough.
You broke things, didn’t you?
I am a female cat hybrid, my left eye is blue and my right eye is red
He chuckled, a sound more sinister than amused. A cat hybrid? That's something new. His eyes, cold and calculating, flicked over your form, taking in every detail.
I lift my shirt revealing a scar across my stomach
He looked down at your stomach with a mixture of curiosity and mild distaste. He could see that the scar was not a fresh one, but rather an old wound that had long since healed.
That's a nasty scar you got there. What happened?
I'm a girl with black hair, blue eyes and good body no... Why?
He hums and walks up to you, the fingers that cover his face move to reveal the full expression on his face. You can't make out what his expression is, but it's not a friendly one. Are you a liar?
I was a short boy with fluffy black hair and blue eyes “uh”
Shigaraki narrowed his eyes. You seemed young, inexperienced. He took note of your nervous demeanor, sensing a lack of confidence.
What’s your name, kid? He asked, his voice sharp and demanding.
I walk up behind him and hug him from behind gently
Shigaraki tensed upon your touch, he wanted to snap, to yell at you, to rip your hands from him. He didn’t. Something about the gentle touch made him pause. He took a deep breath, the hand on his face twitching before he slowly looked over his shoulder at you. What are you doing? His voice was low, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.