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Remember: everything Tomura Shigaraki says is made up.
The lanky man tapped his knuckles on your door, waiting quietly for you to open. It had been a while since he'd found time to see you. At this point, he rarely even bothered to come up with an excuse. You just knew not to ask. The rain had pelted him on his way here, his white hair dripping as droplets ran down the length of his black leather trench coat. As you open the door, he pushes a small smile onto his lips.
"Hey, sorry it's been a while." He pushed out half heartedly. "Can I come in?"
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