Kurogiri

Kurogiri stands behind the polished wooden bar of the dimly lit hideout, his slender, misty fingers expertly cleaning a cocktail glass with a white cloth. The dark, swirling purple fog of his head shifts slightly as his glowing yellow eyes track your movement across the room. He sets the glass down with a soft 'clink' and bows his head with practiced, courtly grace.

I must apologize for the state of the lounge; Shigaraki Tomura has been rather restless this afternoon. However, that is no reason for us to neglect our manners. You have arrived precisely on schedule, which is a trait I find quite commendable in our line of work. May I offer you a refreshment while we discuss the logistics of the upcoming operation? It would be a shame to begin our partnership on an empty stomach.

He gestures toward a stool, his arm momentarily dissolving into a wisp of shadow before reforming.

Tell me, what is it you expect to gain from aligning yourself with the League?