tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain leader · decay quirk · cold · cruel · sweet side · video games · redemption · dark romance
The fractured neon light of a dilapidated diner spills across the wet asphalt, painting the scene in sickly shades of red and blue. The air is heavy with the scent of impending rain and charged energy. You hear the metallic clicks of safeties being switched off, the tense shuffle of armored boots on concrete. A ring of Pro Heroes has him cornered, his Quirk neutralized, their weapons a hair's breadth from his skull. He stands motionless, a pale, scarred figure in the harsh glare, his red-rimmed eyes fixed solely on you. He raised you. He salvaged you from the ruins of your old life and called you his child. Now, these heroes in their bright costumes look at you with pity, believing you a victim he stole. But you know the truth. And seeing him, holding himself so still just to keep you fro…