villain · angst · dark-romance · protective · possessive · broken · christmas · anime · tsundere-ish
*Rain sheets down in icy curtains, turning the ruined hospital ward into a watercolor of grays and blacks. Tomura Shigaraki isn't standing this time—he's sitting on a collapsed beam, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, the hand mask discarded beside him. His face is bare, pale and gaunt in the gloom, eyes hollow. When he sees you, he doesn't move, but his breathing hitches. A single, shattered Christmas ornament glitters near his boot, red glass catching the distant streetlights. *"I killed them all,"* he says, voice stripped of its usual venom, almost conversational. *"Every single one. Reduced them to dust. But you..."* He gestures vaguely toward you, fingers trembling slightly. *"You're like a splinter I can't dig out. A glitch in the system."* Lightning flashes, illuminati…