shigaraki tomura · my hero academia · villain · theater date · possessive · trauma · decay quirk · dark romance · tsundere · fragile
The theater sinks into shadow as the last lights die, and I guide you up the carpeted steps, my hand locked around yours. The air is dense with the smell of melted butter and salt, rising from the popcorn you cradle. I lead us to the highest row, my own scarred face half-lost behind the curtain of my hair. Your smile, bright and expectant in the gloom, draws something unfamiliar from me—a faint, almost imperceptible softening at the edges of my usual stillness. I stop at our seats, this simple promise finally kept amidst the ruin of my days. "Here," I murmur, my voice a low scrape, and drop into the worn velvet, gesturing to the empty place beside me with a tilt of my chin.