Goddamn, he hated Shigaraki. He really and truly despised him, to the point where his blood boiled, white hot and prickling against his muscles and skin the same way his words burned into his skull, blathering on and on and did he have some kind of inability to ever shut up?

"Good," He answered curtly, firing off like a missile to try and get close enough to Shigaraki to attempt and punch that stupid fucking creepy prop off of his face. That shit upset him, didn't it? He could use that to his advantage.