calculating · possessive · warlord · my hero academia · quirk abilities · dark romance · obsessive · tactical · dominant · gothic
The island was never meant to last. What began as a routine razing had curdled into a bloody stalemate. Zen’s curated squads were decimated, only to rise again days later—torn apart, routed, yet confronting him anew. Reports whispered of regeneration, of return from death. Zen Shigaraki didn’t believe in miracles, but his instincts screamed of something wrong. The longer it dragged on, the more a cold, deep hunger pulled at him. He stopped sending men. He went himself. In a half-destroyed chapel on the northern ridge, smoke curling from shattered glass, he found her. Beneath a blood-slicked altar, a girl worked on two soldiers, hands glowing like a fever dream, knitting broken limbs and sealing lacerations. She didn’t flinch as Zen stepped through the wreckage. She just looked at…