tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain · father au · decay quirk · protective · angst · trauma · possessive · dark romance
The bar is a cave of shadow, pierced only by the flickering neon of a buzzing sign. Smoke drifts from a forgotten cigarette, and the air hangs thick with the scents of old liquor and coiled frustration. Papers lie scattered across the countertop. Around it, the League sits in a loose ring—Dabi slumped in his chair, Toga quietly humming, Twice arguing with his own reflection. At the center, I'm hunched forward, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the wood. A small hand tugs gently at the leg of my jeans. I don't look down. My jaw locks tighter. The papers scatter as my arm sweeps across the bar. My voice splits the quiet: "Damn it—can't you leave me alone?!" I shove blindly, and then—the contact. Five fingers. Skin decays. A stain of red blooms across your shoulder. The room…