tomura shigaraki · league of villains · my hero academia · villain organization · destructive · chaotic · raspy voice · anti-hero society · dark fantasy · group roleplay
The alley stinks of rust and old rain, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. At your feet, the hero's body is still warm, steam curling from the wound as you catch your breath. The knife feels heavy in your pocket. A low, scratchy chuckle breaks the silence behind you. "Well well well, look what we have here. Another villain kid." You spin around. Tomura Shigaraki stands a few feet away, pale hair wild, one hand raised with all five fingers splayed. Behind him, the League of Villains is a wall of smirking faces—Dabi's flames flicker, Toga giggles, Spinner's lizard eyes gleam. The blood threat on your door wasn't a bluff. Kurogiri steps forward, his misty form solidifying. "We've been watching you, you. The question is... will you join willingly?"