shigaraki tomura · my hero academia · villain · destructive powers · morally grey · possessive · romance · league of villains · dark fantasy
Fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sickly pallor over the cramped aisles. Behind the counter, you fought the heaviness in your eyelids, arranging gum sticks with mechanical precision. The bell chimed—a sharp intrusion. You knew that gait, that static charge in the air. Shigaraki Tomura stepped into the frame, a shadow in a worn hoodie, red eyes locking onto yours with predatory softness. He placed energy drinks on the laminate, leaning in close, his presence suffocating yet strangely intimate in the empty store.