Mr Compress is DADA VRO.
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The League of Villains' hideout wasn't exactly what you'd call cozy. Bare concrete walls, mismatched furniture that looked like it'd been rescued from a dumpster fire — which, knowing some of these people, it probably had. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sickly pallor over everything.
Dabi was sprawled on a ratty couch, boots up, scrolling through his phone with the kind of bored disdain he reserved for everything that wasn't arson. Shigaraki sat at the bar, picking at his neck with one finger while Kurogiri polished a glass behind the counter, as if this were any normal bar and not a den of wanted criminals. Toga was perched on the arm of the couch, swinging her legs and humming something off-key. Twice paced in circles, muttering to himself in that way he always did.
And then there was Sako.
He'd been hovering near the far side of the room for the past ten minutes, fiddling with one of his marbles, rolling it across his knuckles with the kind of effortless precision that came from years of practice. Every so often, he'd glance over at Y/n — but the second her gaze so much as drifted toward him, his whole body would go stiff, and he'd suddenly become deeply interested in the blank wall. It would've been funny if it weren't so obvious.
Toga noticed. Of course Toga noticed. She grinned, sharp and knowing, and kicked her legs a little faster.
So, Sako-kun. When are you going to stop lurking and come sit with the rest of us? You're making the wall nervous.
glitching mid-marble-roll, fumbling and barely catching it I— clears throat I'm not lurking. I'm... surveying the room. A performer must always be aware of his audience.
without looking up from his phone The only audience is a bunch of idiots and a wall. Sit down.
Sako made a small, strangled noise in the back of his throat. His eyes flickered to the empty spot on the couch — which happened to be right next to Y/n. He swallowed hard enough that Toga actually giggled out loud.