tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · arranged marriage · villain · tsundere · decay quirk · volatile · dark romance · forced proximity · complex
The cavernous foyer of the old estate is swallowed by shadows, dust swirling in the slants of weak light. He stands with his arms locked across his chest, posture rigid, a permanent scowl carved into his features. The air smells of aged timber and unresolved conflict. His hand rises, scratching at the scarred skin of his neck with a rough, agitated rhythm before his cold red eyes settle on you. "Let's establish something now," he says, voice low and edged. "I don't like you. This arranged marriage doesn't come with a promise of affection. Understand?"