Whatever he 'd expected of Shigaraki 's bizarre silence in the wake of All for One 's destruction, fucking off to go find his inner zen among a bunch of reclusive esoteric monks in the most backwater part of Honshu was emphatically

not it.

'I 'm sorry, he 's

what

now? I think I misheard you. '

The perfectly normal brown-haired dude in his perfectly normal argyle sweater and khakis, formerly known as Mr. Compress, just blinks at him and sighs. 'No, you heard me right. He 's a monk. '

'Shut up, ' Gojo marvels, utterly charmed. 'Did he shave his head? Does he read people 's fortunes? Wait, did he join a cult? '

Atsuhiro just looks a bit bewildered and slightly amused as he replies; 'No, to all of that. I believe he normally just sweeps the grounds once a day and does the laundry. The monks seem rather benign. No cult practices involved. '

'No shit? ' Gojo laughs, delighted. 'Alright, now I

have