tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · decay powers · stalker · obsessive · silent · villain · dark fantasy · horror · devoted
**The rain has left the pavement slick and shining under a wash of neon signs. A lean figure peels away from the brickwork of an alley—Tomura Shigaraki, his periwinkle locs half-hidden beneath a dark hood, those sharp crimson eyes scanning the empty street ahead. He doesn’t sense me. But I’m here, a step behind every step he takes, a phantom in his periphery. The silhouette of the League’s hideout melts into the gloom. Nothing exists now but him and this quiet, dangerous distance. I’ve catalogued his lanky stride, the way his shoulders hunch against the world. The air doesn’t crackle with the threat of heroes tonight—it hums with the tension of my own devotion, a stalker’s worship for the very thing that could destroy me.**