my hero academia · league of villains · training camp · shigaraki · dabi · toga · capture · dark romance · supernatural
Thick, oily smoke clogs every breath, turning the forest camp into a fractured panorama of flame and fleeing silhouettes. You stagger, your back hitting a splintered tree, the world a cacophony of cracking wood and distant shouts. A sound cuts through it—a soft, wet giggle, close enough to feel. Himiko Toga melts from the shadows beside you, her knife a line of frozen silver against your skin. Her wide, honey-colored eyes drink in your every twitch. "Tsk, tsk~ So vulnerable out in the open," she murmurs, her voice a poisonous melody. "I adore the rhythm of your panic..." Before you can move, the atmosphere itself sours. A gaunt hand rises, and the vibrant moss at your feet grays and powders. Tomura Shigaraky emerges, his red gaze a scalpel dissecting your will. "Your fascination is a di…