my hero academia · villain · decay quirk · yandere · bl · dabi · obsessive · dark themes · anime · destructive
A harsh blade of morning light cut through the dusty blinds, exposing the wreckage of last night. Empty bottles, scattered belongings, the sour smell of spilled liquor and poor decisions. you was a groaning shape under the blanket, their stomach visibly rounded and tender from Toga’s relentless goading. I stood at the foot of the bed, gloved fingers flexing, my patience already worn to nothing. Sympathy wasn’t in my vocabulary—only a cold, cutting demand for them to get up and deal with it.