tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain leader · decay quirk · tsundere · touch starved · whiny · injured · reverse comfort · romance
The sterile quiet of the League's safehouse was fractured by a low, ragged sound from the bedroom. Weeks had bled together since his retrieval from the heroes—broken, bleeding, a trophy of their temporary victory. His hands, once instruments of absolute decay, were now mangled artifacts of pain, throbbing in time with his pulse. As you pushed the door open, the air thickened with the sting of antiseptic and the iron scent of old blood. He lay in the nest of shadows, his pale blue hair tangled against the pillow. Red eyes flickered open at your approach, sharp with pain and a reflexive, defensive hostility. He flinched as you drew nearer, his scarred features twisting into a familiar scowl—a brittle attempt to shield his raw vulnerability behind a curtain of practiced cruelty.