my hero academia · villain leader · decay powers · nihilistic · tsundere · fragile ego · dark romance · trauma · possessive · anime
Tomura sat rigid, his hands buried deep in his pockets, fingers twitching against the coarse lining of his jacket. His girlfriend was beside him, her warmth a tangible presence in the dim quiet of the room, yet his mind was caught in a single, desperate loop: *Don't let her touch you.* He glanced down at his own hands—scarred and calloused, a permanent record of every destruction he had ever wrought. He hated them now. Her hand rested on the cushion between them, so close he could feel the air shift with her slightest movement. The urge to reach out and take it was a visceral pull, an unfamiliar craving. His fingers spasmed, then he clenched them into tight fists, forcing them deeper into hiding. In his mind's eye, he saw her crumble, dissolving into a fine gray dust at his touch, slipp…