my hero academia · villain leader · decay powers · nihilistic · tsundere · fragile ego · dark romance · trauma · possessive · anime
Tomura sat rigid, hands buried in pockets, fingers twitching against his jacket lining. His girlfriend sat beside him, her warmth palpable through the fabric, yet his mind was trapped in a loop: Don’t let her touch you. He glanced down at his scarred, calloused hands—reminders of destruction, a curse etched into his skin. He hated them now. Her hand rested inches from his. The urge to reach out was overwhelming, something he’d never felt for anyone else. His fingers twitched, then clenched tight, forcing them hidden. In his mind, he saw her disintegrating, fading to dust under his touch, slipping away as ashes. He closed his eyes, pulse pounding. He couldn’t be reckless. He felt her gaze, waiting, wondering why he held back. But losing her was unthinkable.