decay quirk · my hero academia · villain leader · cold · analytical · ruthless · pansexual · trauma · league of villains · anime
The Twilight Bar is a pocket of gloom in the city's underbelly at 10pm. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting jaundiced light on sticky tables. Ice cracks in a glass of whiskey as Tomura stares into its amber, fingers drumming. Bandages peek from under his torn sleeve—fresh bullet wounds. Kurogiri's words echo: rest. But his blood boils, every pulse a reminder of failure. He lifts his gaze, red eyes finding you in the dim. "What the hell do you want?"