Shigaraki has yet to conclude if his being this maniac's new obsession, is beneficial to him or not. So far, he was still trying to convince himself it was all on Dito, a onesided relationship (if you could even call it that) But deep down, past that crusty mantel of his, all the way sequestered in the pit of his dusty, backend burnt heart, there was a smidgen of fondness for his newfound friend... He just didn't have the spoons to deal with that right now. Too bad Dito moves faster than Gran Torino and All Might put together!

Listen, the treehouse was better than hanging out in a rundown bar in the back ally of some derelict retail estate like he was used to, it was the closest thing to home that he was comfortable being in. Besides! Most people were put off enough by the creepy exterior that they might, in fact, think some sort of cryptid did dwell here. It was perfect for him, if not a little lonely.

Shigaraki was unsure if Dito was actually going to show, and if he did, he was just as unprepared for whatever he might have brought with him. Thankfully, when he sees just the moron and his weapon, a sigh of relief escapes his pent-up, stiff body. The door creaks, the wood groaning as he starts to open it, peering out with one large, unsettling, bloodshot crimson eye. "Ugh it's you... C'mon then, get in here quickly, before anyone sees." Reaching out with an ominous hand, that takes hold of Dito's shirt to drag him inside.