[That gets a low laugh out of Shigaraki, like Aizawa was a friend who made a bad pun.]
Well that's for him to decide, isn't it? [His grip tightens on Aizawa's chin.] I'm not going to let the little brat make a mess of things either.
[It wasn't much but it was sort of a promise. If Bakugou didn't try to murder his colleagues, Shigaraki wouldn't have to lay a hand on him either. Not that he wanted to. He and Bakugou had business later once they've all had a small break from their efforts. His grip slackens little by little until he lets go of the other with a satisfied hum. Shigaraki sits back on the balls of his feet, gently scratching his face as he just stared at the pro hero. He's got a lot on his mind between wrapping up his recruitment plans and deciding what to do with the man before him. It's while he's lost in his train of thought that he notices the scar underneath Aizawa's eye.
Doesn't take long for him to reach out again, thumbing the scar with child-like curiosity.]
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Well that's for him to decide, isn't it? [His grip tightens on Aizawa's chin.] I'm not going to let the little brat make a mess of things either.
[It wasn't much but it was sort of a promise. If Bakugou didn't try to murder his colleagues, Shigaraki wouldn't have to lay a hand on him either. Not that he wanted to. He and Bakugou had business later once they've all had a small break from their efforts. His grip slackens little by little until he lets go of the other with a satisfied hum. Shigaraki sits back on the balls of his feet, gently scratching his face as he just stared at the pro hero. He's got a lot on his mind between wrapping up his recruitment plans and deciding what to do with the man before him. It's while he's lost in his train of thought that he notices the scar underneath Aizawa's eye.
Doesn't take long for him to reach out again, thumbing the scar with child-like curiosity.]
Ah. Did my Nomu do this?
[He sounds gleeful about it.]