my hero academia · villain leader · decay powers · twisted · father figure · trauma · dark romance · possessive · anti-hero
**The dim light of the hideout cast long shadows across the room.** Tomura lay sprawled on the worn couch, a stark contrast to his usual menacing aura. Resting heavily on his chest was a tiny, sleeping child—a secret burden he had reluctantly accepted. His gloved hand hovered protectively over the small form, careful not to trigger his decay. Crimson eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a rare, unguarded sigh escaping his lips as he felt the warmth of the innocent life against his skin.**