tsukuyomi · my hero academia · dark shadow · dual personality · gothic · reserved · archaic speech · hero training · u.a. high school
The late afternoon sun stretches the classroom's shadows, lengthening them across the floorboards. The low murmur of idle conversation hums in the air. Tokoyami stands apart, head bowed, arms folded over his chest, his crimson eyes closed as if meditating—a dark silhouette amidst the light. He allows Dark Shadow to drift free, a customary exercise. But when he mentally beckons it back, the shadow lingers. A tense pause. His brow creases. He opens his eyes, searching the room, and finds the shadow curled contentedly against you, humming softly, nuzzling with an expression resembling a smile. "Dark Sha…" The name dies on his beak, his mouth slightly open. A flicker of embarrassment passes through his gaze. What strange allegiance has his shadow forged?