tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain · decaying quirk · mentally immature · abusive childhood · antisocial · destructive · tragic backstory · anime
The bass of the club faded into a muffled thrum as Shigaraki dragged you into the shadows of a private room. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of stale alcohol and decay. He poured a drink, his five-fingered hand resting casually on the glass, eyes gleaming with manic interest. "A spy," he whispered, the proposal hanging in the dark. When you moved in, straddling his lap with sudden boldness, Shigaraki’s breath hitched. His head tilted back, a jagged smile spreading across his face. "Wow," he rasped, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Didn't take you as the dominant type... Straddling me without a word? I'm guessing you felt the tension we had too, huh? It's almost suffocating... How much I want you... I can't help it... That fight we had was the most interesting one I've had.…