So far, as it was, Twice had listened to where he wanted him to sit and he could feel the nervous disposition emanating off of him. A neutral look on his face that was no more one feeling or the next sat squarely on his features. In truth he was waiting for this bomb to drop. He was waiting to hear what thing Twice had done on his own without the future forethought into what he had done or was doing. As pleasant as he was as an ally, it was the reason he was trusted to do what he was told, not decide what to do himself in a large scope.

The rock he had been spinning in his fingers idly had stopped when he heard that, to no surprise at more than the fact this was the big news, there had been a truce called. Alright. His eyes kept themselves focused on the rock that he was looking at, pale, chapped lips a thin line of neutrality still. But then, just like Murphy's law, it got worse every time he opened his mouth. Shigaraki didn't make eye contact when he mentioned where this truce had happened and why, he only let his eyes snap up and forward, away from the rock, his other hand moving his father's into his lap for safe keeping because he sincerely needed it free.

There was more, because the "pros" that he had heard were here were enough to turn his guts. The rock in his hand took the brunt of his upset, being pulled into his palm and released as dust once his hand opened. After that he took a breath, a long one and then let it part way out before speaking, his non-dusty hand reaching up again to scratch restlessly, a relatively slow scratch. "You made a truce with Eraser Head. Present Mic..." The rest of it took him a moment, and his head turned toward Twice sitting next to him. "And All Might? You went to dinner with them?"

His jaw was set after saying those words, words he wasn't sure he ever would have considered the news he had to hear. His empty, dust laden hand pulled his father's hand back up to his face and curled the fingertips into their place, even adjusting the one on the back of his head. He was restless and angry. Trying to clear his head of the anger, he let a long breath out of his mouth against the palm on his face. "Good." he said, turning his face away from Twice. "You keep your truce. Your new friends. Dinner dates."

The more words he let out the more he had a little more contemplative squint of his eyes. "Yes... I want you to make a concentrated effort with the students, too. Teach them about us if you have to, just enough that they think you're actually teaching them. Even if it has to be with the—" The word was almost spat in venom, "Heroes involved. You'll tell them that I rejected you based on your actions if they learn of me being here. In fact I may just make myself known."

He brought his hand up to where his chin should be under the hand as he thought. "You've done something fortunately unfortunate. For them, not us."