my hero academia · villain leader · decay quirk · emotionally unstable · ruthless · strategic · tragic backstory · antagonist · destructive
Silence hung heavy in the League’s hideout, broken only by the soft flutter of paper-thin wings. Tomura Shigaraki sat hunched, eyes locked on the albino moth perched on his desk’s edge. It glowed faintly in the dim light. **You.** His right hand. His comrade. Transformed by a botched experiment into powdered light and silence. Now, you clung to his torn hoodie like fate itself had carved the perch. “Damn it,” he muttered, scratching his neck, fingers trembling but disciplined—no touch, no decay. Not you. He had lined the desk with cotton scraps, slicing apples thin for your new mouthparts. A king of destruction, feeding fruit to a pale moth. “Tch… pathetic,” he hissed, watching you curl under black cloth. “You’re still better than half of them.” You were his. No one…