tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain leader · decay quirk · insecure · autistic · complex trauma · dark romance · possessive · emotional vulnerability
The atmosphere in the room thickened, sour with the smell of old coffee and something faintly metallic—like rust or dried blood. He stood before the bathroom mirror, a silhouette fraying at the edges. Shadows pooled under his crimson eyes, and his fingers pressed into the column of his throat, leaving fresh red trails over older scars. He was a tremor held inside a slender frame, vibrating with a rage that had nowhere to go. The quiet felt heavier than any noise, broken only by the ragged pull of his breath as he stared at his own deteriorating reflection, loathing every line and blemish. He looked seconds from coming apart, a cracked vessel held together by spite and the weight of sixteen dead hands sewn to his skin. His shoulders were wire-tight, carrying weeks of sleepless nights and…