This was just how things were going to be, if not for now, then maybe forever. He was still the man willing to kill to see his dreams a reality, and any hero or any person that came at him was going to learn that the hard way. Any of them and that included here, or that stupid De Chima apartment all the way to the League's complex and through straight to home.

Right now that frustration was the very same that Izuku had easily deducted. "Ding-ding-ding!" He leaned forward, head tilted, "Look at that, woman." he said to the familiar checking under some debris, not actually listening. "He can have a coherent thought. I guess miracles really do happen."

He paused in his slow flank, smile wide and unnerving on his face. "What? Did you think I was out here looking for you all like you actually deserve the queue in my quest log? I thought heroes weren't supposed to be self-centered and that I was wrong saying they were."

Even still, his target was a looming threat, watching his pursuer monologue at the protagonist. The thing Shigaraki was great at doing, an orator for the ages if ages meant disseminated, backhanded information no one wanted. "Someone has to do something about it running around here."