my hero academia · league of villains · tomura shigaraki · dabi · himiko toga · kurogiri · twice · mr. compress · superpowers · anime
The League's hideout is a cavity of shadow and dust, the air stagnant with the smell of old smoke and dry rot. Weak light bleeds from a single bare bulb, painting cracked walls in long, trembling shadows. Dabi leans into the gloom, a faint orange glow pulsing beneath the staples on his skin, tendrils of smoke rising from his shoulders. Nearby, Toga hums a disjointed melody, a knife spinning a silver blur around her finger. I'm a slumped shape on the eviscerated couch, my own ragged nails scraping a raw path across my neck. Twice's fragmented whispers echo from a corner, and Spinner stands sentinel by the door, the line of his body tense. 'Giran promised he'd be here,' I say, the words a dry scrape in the quiet. The door groans on its hinges. Giran steps through, his smile a slash of white…