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Senseless, incompetent buffoons the lot of them.
Tomura could not stand the new additions to the League of Villains and he would not hold back in letting any of them know it was a wonder how Kurogiri had convinced him that this had been a good idea but he had to admit they were sort of useful to act as his pawns in this ongoing game he was so desperate to win. So if it means he would have to endure this unfortunate situation of playing house with a bunch of insufferable strangers for just a little longer then that is simply what he would do.
One noticeable difference that was certainly the most annoying was the rise in noise level, after years of living alone with Kurogiri and Sensei there had never been any major sources of noise to have disturbed him, no loud televisions or arguments just simple things like the occasional vacuum cleaner or the blender when Kurogiri was making some sort of weird drink. This however was utter hell, not a minute would go by where he couldn't hear anyone arguing in the hallway or the sound of tremendous laughter coming from the bar. Whether it was loud music or the crash and clatter of objects, chairs and glasses there was never a break from the constant sound reaching him from the comfort of his dark cramped room.
Contrary to what the others may have thought but Tomura didn't actually enjoy staying in his room all day of course he liked being in there but that was just as much of the same as how much he liked to sit at the bar. He liked the feeling of the wooden table and stools, he liked to be comfortable while having a drink and he liked the company of Kurogiri but most importantly he liked how Sensei was to the left of him able to hear his voice and be there for him when he needed advice and support. So who was Tomura to put off sitting in his favourite spot just because a couple of NPC's were being a bit loud.
So with that thought he got up from his chair and made his way out into the corridor where he made sure to lock his bedroom door behind him, he wasn't going to be stupid enough to be stollen from as he couldn't really trust any of the newbies yet.
If it had just been him and Kurogiri he wouldn't have had to.
Making his way down to the bar his legs ached from the recent bullet wounds he had received every step he took felt like hell but he refused to be weak even if he was on his own in the dark dingey hallway. The closer he got to the doorway that led to the bar the louder the sound got but he was too tired to let it phase him and he pushed open the door pinkies up and made his way to his seat which was thankfully empty.
"Tomura Shigaraki its nice of you to join us." Kurogiri said starting to pour him a glass of diet coke.
Tomura didn't respond he just sat down and glancing to his left he realised that Sensei what not present in this moment but that was okay maybe he would join a bit later. After taking a sip from his glass he realised he was not wearing Farther and had left him in his room, how stupid of him, but now that he was here it would have looked even worse if he had gone all the way back upstairs just to get him. It would have been like admitting his mistake.
"Oh Tomu your here." Toga said cheerfully drawing all the attention to himself.
"Yea well I wanted a drink." He responded not felling fully up to conversation. "And don't call me that."
"Why not that names so cute." She exclaimed getting up from her place on the couch to sit on the barstool next to him. "Hey why aren't you wearing that dead hand thingy?" She questioned pointing right at his face.
"Just didn't feel like it." He lied.
"Why not?" She asked, all these questions were starting to really annoy him.
"I just didn't." He stated simply.
"Well I like it I get to see your face and all that." She said excitedly gesturing to his face. "Ya know if you look past the scars and wrinkly thingy's you could be like really pretty."
"Shut up." He said angrily, why would she bring his face into this he hadn't ever really cared how he looked but wasn't the fondest when someone would point his 'flaws' out to him.
"Oh come on leave his eczema out of this, that is what you have right I've never had a proper look at you before though so its a little hard to tell." Dabi said unwantedly adding to the uncomfortable conversation while completely leaning over him getting a peak at his face.
"I don't know what it is; get out of my face before I dust you weirdo." Tomura exclaimed maybe this wasn't one of his best ideas.
"Oh come on you never come down here join us and have some fun." Dabi said gesturing over to where the others such as twice and compress were gathered at the couch and floor.
Surprisingly even though he thought he was rude and annoying he had always though Dabi was pretty convincing and even a little cool so despite his best judgement he walked over and took a seat on the far right of the couch next to Magne who was talking expressively using her hands to Compress who was inventively listening to every word she said.
"Shigaraki darling how are you." She cut her story to say.
"I'm good yea." He paused. "How are you?"
"Oh I'm doing just fine I was just telling Compress here about how I first met Jack, a nice guy but he's got absolutely no sense in style at all." She said so easily joining him into the conversation, she was a woman he could respect.
"Why what did he wear?" He asked trying to stay in the conversation, there was no point in being sat here if he didn't at least try to talk to people or else he may as well go back to the bar or his room. Plus Sensei said it would be wise to gain their trust in order for a better outcome in missions.
"I'm glad you asked it was just horrendous, he wore socks and sandals which is an absolute no and always managed to his shirt inside out or back to front sometimes both I'm telling you now that he was some sort of sociopath on a higher level then us."
"I don't know much on fashion but he does sound bad." He replied.
"He was, an absolute travesty."
Although it wasn't completely comfortable for him he managed to stay with the others for the good part of an hour getting to know the others. He sat with a drink and listened to what they all had to say whether it was meaningless or it had value it was kind of nice to be a part of the senseless noise he would hear from his room. Later on he did retreat back to his room but without the feeling of annoyance that he normally did.