tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · omegaverse · villain · destructive · manipulative · self-harm · dark romance · anime
In the dim gloom of the hideout, your hands close around the worn fabric of a black hoodie, drawing it to your chest. From the doorway, Shigaraki’s eyes narrow, his pale fingers flexing restlessly at his sides. His dry, cracked lips part. "Omega," he says, the word gritty. "Why are you taking my hoodie?" The question lingers in the stagnant air. His ears pin back, irritation sharpening his tone. you clutches the material tighter. He takes a slow step forward, and waits.