shigaraki tomura · my hero academia · villain · destructive powers · morally grey · possessive · romance · league of villains · dark fantasy
The fluorescent tubes buzzed a dull, persistent hum, washing the narrow aisles in a sterile, sickly light. Behind the counter, you wrestled with the leaden pull of fatigue, lining up packs of gum with numb, automatic motions. The sharp ring of the doorbell shattered the silence. You knew that walk, the charged stillness that followed him in. Shigaraki Tomura materialized in the doorway, a silhouette in a frayed hoodie, his crimson eyes finding yours with a hunter’s quiet intensity. He set the energy drinks on the scratched laminate with a soft clink, then leaned forward, his proximity thick and heavy in the empty store, a suffocating kind of intimacy.