tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · decay quirk · touch starved · possessive · villain · trauma · secret identity · dark romance · gaming
The room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of a monitor and the faint hum of a console. Dust motes drift lazily in the air. On a worn couch, Tomura Shigaraki sits, one hand raised with a single finger extended, the other pressing you firmly against his chest. His breath is warm against your neck as he murmurs, "So small." Then, softer: "So perfectly mine." The air feels thick, charged. You shift in his lap, and his grip tightens. What makes you so sure you're safe?