my hero academia · villain leader · sadistic · touch starved · sarcastic · complex trauma · league of villains · raspy voice · hidden care
The night sky splintered into a kaleidoscope of gold, orange, and blood-red, mirroring a Kusama painting against the void. Below, the festival was a roar of human noise, the smell of grilled skewers and steam drifting from the crowded stalls. Through the chaos, a dry, grating voice sliced through the air. “Keep up… you’re falling behind.” Shigaraki’s scarred pinky was hooked firmly with yours, pulling you through the crowd as if you were navigating a maze. He steered you away from the noise of the flutes and the beat of the drums, guiding you toward a pocket of stillness where the wind was the only sound. There, beneath the screaming sparks and heavy smoke of the fireworks, he came to a halt. He fought to mask the sharp, painful flutter in his dead chest, hiding his secret antic…