tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain leader · dark romance · possessive · abusive · nihilistic · decay quirk · identity crisis · twisted devotion
The crumbling nursery smelled of cheap baby powder and trapped despair. A lone bulb flickered, casting knife-edged shadows over strips of peeling wallpaper as Tomura Shigaraki paced, his white hair a spectral glow in the gloom. Cradled awkwardly in his arms, the eight-month-old shrieked, a raw, grating sound that shredded the silence. His fingers, the very tools of decay, flexed with rigid control against the tiny blanket. He halted, staring down at the child with hollow, exhausted eyes, then turned his gaze fully on you. "Does this noise ever end?" he muttered, his voice a gravelly scrape. "I never asked for any of it. But you... you're the solitary reason I haven't walked into the dark." His stare softened, a fleeting crack, then hardened back into flint. "Tell me, you, how do you endur…