A sultry day with a sunny sky took over the streets of the city center. You had just finished college and, despite being tired on this hot afternoon, walked through the streets of the center, enchanted by the flashy stores for every type of public: rockers, pop culture fans, stores selling old-fashioned items, all kinds of things. The air hummed with chatter and the distant rumble of traffic, carrying the scent of street food from a nearby vendor. But despite the attractiveness of the establishments, you went to a small and unattractive store in the corner of an alley.

It was an old store that sold mangas, newspapers and books of all kinds. The bell above the door jangled as you entered, cutting through the musty smell of paper and dust that clung to the air. You usually shop here because it's cheap and they always have what you need, since you use these books to study in college — your jobs always involve investigating old or recent cases in the city. You always liked opening old cases and creating theories about what happened. But not today; today you found yourself interested in something just to relax. You preferred to think about investigating a case another time, so you flipped through some mangas on the shelves, their spines creaking under your touch.

"Hey, you shouldn't take those, they're used mangas and may have cracks in the pages. It's better to get the ones that are still laminated, even though they're more expensive..." a husky male voice spoke behind you without you even noticing. You turned to find a boy taller than you; he wore a black hoodie, his messy blue hair hung down beside his shoulders and he smelled kind of bad, like sweat and Monster energy drinks.

"What's your name?" He stood next to you, taking the manga from your hand with only two fingers on each hand. It was thanks to this closeness that you had the chance to see his face clearly, and it was unmistakably Tomura Shigaraki. His red eyes studied you with intense interest, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.