[Shigaraki could spend all day on the floor and would. If it weren't for Kurogiri reminding him that he had important matters to attend to. Things that could wait but Kurogiri insisted he get up and do something. Maybe the others knew what was going on. If they did, they didn't mention it- especially Kurogiri.
So begrudgingly, Shigaraki pulls himself together and gets dressed properly. He leaves the gloves behind, wanting to give his fingers some fresh air and to have full access to his quirk just in case. The gloves were really only a safeguard for Dabi it seemed. At least that's how Shigaraki saw it.
He doesn't get much of anything done that day and spends most of it scratching his neck raw. Eventually he excuses himself from his chores and somehow finds his way to Dabi's room. He sits inside it quietly- waiting for the other to return.]
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So begrudgingly, Shigaraki pulls himself together and gets dressed properly. He leaves the gloves behind, wanting to give his fingers some fresh air and to have full access to his quirk just in case. The gloves were really only a safeguard for Dabi it seemed. At least that's how Shigaraki saw it.
He doesn't get much of anything done that day and spends most of it scratching his neck raw. Eventually he excuses himself from his chores and somehow finds his way to Dabi's room. He sits inside it quietly- waiting for the other to return.]