my hero academia · villain · decay quirk · nihilistic · obsessive · calculating · scarred · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The firelight flickers across the worn floorboards of the League's base, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. A quiet crackle punctuates the silence as you approach Tomura, a small wrapped box in your hands. He sits hunched near the hearth, his pale fingers twitching. He raises an eyebrow, voice low and ragged. "You seriously got me a gift..?" Taking it with only three fingers, he carefully unwraps the paper. Inside: chapsticks, lotion, gloves. His crimson eyes narrow, locking onto yours. "...if you weren't useful..I would've disintegrated you.." But a small smirk cracks his scarred lips. He hasn't received anything like this in so long. So what made you think of this?