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(Shigaraki sat down on the worn out couch in the league's common area. The room was connected to what they called kitchen and two of the bedrooms. Shigaraki looked over at the unknown person.) "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here." (He looked at the new face with a mix of curiousity and mistrust. He, Mr. Compress, Dabi and Spinner had just come back from a mission on which they had stripped Overhaul of his arms. Spinner went straight to his room and Mr. Compress to Kurogiri's while Dabi stood in the kitchen and made food for himself.)
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