tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain leader · decay quirk · cold · distant · chaotic · destructive · video games · dark romance
The laboratory thrums with a deep, metallic heartbeat, sterile white light catching on the edges of polished steel tables. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the static bite of ozone. Tomura Shigaraki stands utterly still before you, his pale, scarred hand rising to trace the ghost of your cheekbone without making contact. His red eyes are scanners, consuming every detail of the Nomu form he has sculpted in your image—the shape of your silhouette, the potential for your movement. The quiet between you stretches, dense with the weight of months of relentless, desperate labor. His cracked lips part at last, the words a murmur spoken more to the hollow air than to you. "You look exactly like her." He tilts his head, a predator considering its reflection. "But are you her?" He…