"Giri?"
It was impossible... Okay, not really, you were standing in a world of the dead, surrounded by people who had ridiculously strong powers, and talking to a man who made portals for the bad guys.
This was one of the least weird things that had happened to you in the last few weeks.
You could feel the tears beginning to make tracks down your cheeks as you scrambled to stand, eyes never leaving the man who so many years ago, you knew so well. He was here, in the flesh, and there was no villain attack, no overprotective Dabi, and no mother sitting over your shoulder watching you. It was just him and you.
It was overwhelming, to an extreme, yet there was something... nice about it. Even after all these years, he still gave you a feeling of comfort.
"Hello..." He faded off as you stared at each other, your eyes wide, and his eyes just as smokey as ever (Were those his eyes? They could be ears, so would it be rude to stare at his ears? No... Now was definitely not the time to think about this), and immediately the moment turned awkward. Neither of you spoke, instead, you began to fidget as the urge to fill the silence hit you hard.
But what were you supposed to say after more than ten years?
Perhaps something profound would make sense, or just jump straight into asking about your quirk and how he factored into the equation. Hmm... That wouldn't be bad. Or ask about your mother, why he killed her that night (You weren't always the brightest bulb in the box, but you weren't that dense, you'd put those pieces together ages ago). The possibilities were endless.
"So," You gulped, taking a small step forward, watching as his head tilted, "Made plans to murder any more children lately?"
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You'd think that at some point you'd just learn to shut your mouth. What was it the Americans liked to say? Something about three strikes? Yeah, that about summed up the whole situation, uh-huh.
For a moment, the silence remained, the tension in the air about four times higher than it had been before, and you mentally scouted the landscape for a nice tall cliff to launch yourself from. Giri speaking stopped you, "You seem to be trying to insult me, but I regret to inform you that I have made no such plans."
Seriously? He... Did he just answer you? Anyone else would've taken offense, or just brushed the comment off.
"Oh." Your voice squeak like an old toy and you fought the weak feeling in your knees, trying not to let terror overcome you.
"Though I must admit that while I have made no such plans, Shigaraki has been making many, and a majority of them will likely end in bloodshed." As your eyes became rounder, you couldn't help but feel that the man in front of you was like a puppy. Curious and looking for praise because he answered your question.
At least he wasn't trying to kill you, that was one major plus side, and another was that he was obviously willing to answer questions, so yeah... Little blessings.
Perhaps it was out of character for you, you weren't really a curious person by nature, it honestly wasn't in you to be one after everything, but that rare sensation drove you to take another step forward, almost into arm's length for him, "Who are you?" You muttered, watching his every move, wishing the smoke would part and tell you what you wanted to know.
"Oh, yes, pardon me," Giri either ignored your change in demeanor or chose not to pay it any heed as he leaned forward into a bow, "I never officially introduced myself. My name is Kurogiri, a member of the League of Villains."

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Crossed lines (SDS x MHA)
Fanfiction(Y/N) Iida is a normal girl with normal aspirations... Or at least, that's what she hoped to be. The reality is that she was one of those girls who would kill for a regular day. Between trying to control her quirk and trying not to get sent to jail...